Rumple...(of the Stiltsbeard Clan)

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It was cold day in Waterdeep, the day Rumple left, and one might say the day Waterdeep moaned a collective sigh of relief. Not that he was particularly disliked....just a little messy.


You see it was Rumples unfortunate predicament to be blessed (or cursed as the case may be) with tha famed Stiltsbeard nose. A rather large and bulbous family heirloom to be sure, but one in which he takes great pride. And it is in this pride that Rumple finds his almost obsessive need to keep his gorgeous smeller immaculately clean, unfortunately to the detriment of the rest of him.

It gets quite dusty in the bowels of the mines, and a dwarf can't help but "dig for gold", while he's digging for gold, or so to speak. Of course this wouldn't be quite the problem if it wasn't for his nasty habit of wiping his recovered nose goblins on the lawns of many great lords, and their trees, and their walls, and perhaps a tapestry or two (but in all honesty he was trying to clean that one off, how was he to know that silk tears so easily) but almost never..did he ever wipe it on anyones person, well except that once......

And it was due to that lapse in judgment that Rumple found himself traveling towards Cormyr, in search of new lands, new riches,..and those perhaps not so well versed in his many indiscretions.

Rumple is a nondescript dwarf, not particularly brave, not particularly bright, but he does possess a skull as thick as the ale he enjoys, and a passion for the good Father Clangeddin, to whom he feels he owes his existence. If you should happen upon Rumple fear not..he's usually quite friendly (though perhaps a bit crass at times) and is always up for a good walk or a cold cup of ale. Slow to anger and quick to laugh..I'm sure he will make a fine traveling companion...just as long as you stand down wind.

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And so travel he did. Orcs, goblins, undead, the whole gamut of what he could find in the surrounding areas of Isinhold.

Taking the advice of Kasin, Grumm,Sten and Hafur..Rumple had been practicing his axe work, and toughening his shield arm, for many weeks in the small village that he had first come to from Waterdeep.

"A thousand strokes a day" Kasin had instructed that day in the hold. "Dun swing too 'ard lad! tha power will come", Grumm had advised while working on the techniques that Rumple had sought after.

"SHALE..stop droppin' yer durned axe!" Sten had roared as Rumple was trying his best to learn the ways of battle.

And learn he did, Rumple was often seen in Isenhold practicing on the local dummy, offering his axe and shield to any that may come by. And it was starting to pay off. There was a noticable increase in his ability, he rarely dropped his axe any longer, and his stance was becoming one more suitable to a dwarven warrior.

But it was his new axe, that made him proud. Traded for two bars of adamantine, from a wandering human from the jungles Chuult, Rumple takes great pride in his new weapon. A simple masterwork axe, but one in which he now feels confident he can endure the rigors of his constant practice. At least he no longer worries the damn thing will break on his next swing.

So it is with this knowledge that Rumple grabbed his pack, and headed up to Skull Crag, still searching for the famed dwarven warrior known as Grimnir. He hopes that by moving closer to the mountains, he will encounter this avid miner, and perhaps be able to continue his training.

It's not an easy task to master the dwarven waraxe, but Rumples thick skull should give him the will, and Clangeddin willing, the patience, to acquire the knowledge that will enable him to assist his kin in the trials they have known.