Post by grivel on Dec 28, 2019 22:34:13 GMT -5
Toili Axegrinder
Toili returned to the sanctuary of Mithral Hall, battered and bruised from his latest training with the Gutbusters. He walked to his room and stripped off the spiky plate he wore and flopped down on the pallet in the corner of the room. His mind drifted to the image of his father, Rugar Axegrinder, who fought and died alongside the famed Thibbledorf Pwent during the drow invasion of Mithral Hall. His father’s skill in battle and fearlessness was legendary, and he was revered among the Dwarves of the Hall.
As much as Toili practiced, he continued to make stupid mistakes, and was often taunted by the other Gutbusters. He never feared battle, but when the rage took him, his vision was so narrow that he missed many opportunities for maximum damage to his enemies.
He spent most of his time in solitude, only leaving his room to practice or have a meal. Although he was cordial with the other dwarves he met, he could call no one a close friend.
One night, in the latter part of Nightal, he packed his meager belongings, and left the Hall for good. He would not be missed, and he vowed to never return until the day he could hold his head up high, and be of value to his kin. Until that time, he would travel, practice, and if Clangeddin willed it, live.
