- Height
- 5'2"
- Weight
- 267 stones
A Dwarf makes his own way in this world...carves out his own fate with sharpened bones.
Since the murder of his family at the hands of the Half-breed king, Thorak, Rekko has traveled the realm making a name for himself in underground, bare-knuckle fighting rings. Usually sanctioned by the local thieves guild; the fights are illegal, extremely popular, and offer a nice cut of the purse to the winner. When no fight is on the cards, there is always work to be had for those who won't ask questions.
And thus me makes his way... find a town, find a job, keep fighting. All the while hoping in his heart of hearts, that the next bout...or bottle, will be the one that ends his pain.
Early Life
the North as The Ingot, Rekko was a stonemason and infantyman in the army of King Dragūm Stonefist.
As a stonemason Rekko was among the best, graduating his apprenticeship at the top of his class. After working only two decades as a stonemason, he was invited to a fellowship in the Guild of Runesmiths, a religious order among the Dwarven clergy, carving the sacred First Order Runes of power and protection into the halls of his home.
As a soldier, he was without peer, taking to the life like a Dwarf to stone. Armed with his faith in Rhægar, and the certain knowledge that nothing short of his hammer could thwart a Dwarven phalanx, he quickly earned respect from his men and praise from his commanders. Eventually he was promoted to the rank of Shield Captain. With the new rank came command of a squad of Shield- sworn; a small, highly mobile unit of shock troops used in support of the much larger vanguard.
The Siege of Sorrows
At the The Siege of Sorrows, the army of The Ingot faced the likes of which had never been seen in the North before. Scouts had brought the news two days prior, an army of bloodspawn marched over the Stormcrow Pass, as well as from The North Sea to the East. Orcs and Goblins in the thousands marched rank-and-file up the mountain. Counted among their number were Stone Giants, Mountain Trolls, Ogres, and any other black soul that had bent knee at the Blood Altar.
Rekko fought at the front, and was among the skirmishers that gave pursuit at the Orc's final retreat. Unknown at the time, the retreat was a ruse, a feint ordered by the tactically brilliant Thorak. Dwarven lines were drawn away from their western flanks, away from the 2Mountain Gate, a small heavily guarded entrance not thought to be under threat by the Dwarven Generals at that time.
The Mountain Gate
The gate was attacked by a force held in reserve from those that came over the pass. With help from the White Queen, the bloodspawn quickly overran the guards before the tunnel could be collapsed and poured into the citadel.
On the battlegrounds, the Dwarves were drawn out in pursuit of their fleeing enemy. Once their lines had
been sufficiently thinned, the Orc retreat was halted,and the army split and routed around to flank the Dwarves from both sides. Without their shield wall the Dwarven host began to take heavy losses. They rallied, and for a time fought like the Gods themselves, but by late afternoon defeat was imminent.
When word of the Mountain Gate spread, it was complete. Ranks broke as Dwarves desperately fought to get back to the hold and their loved ones.
Rekko cut his way through the remnants of battle and eventually made it back to the rear guard. Entering the main gates with the small band of warriors, they began to make their way to the civilian quarters ruthlessly dispatching any bloodspawn they fell upon. With horror dawned the realization they were too late. With most of the warriors dead on the mountain, the black-souled bastards had burned their way through the ancient halls like a barley field in a high wind.
When Rekko came upon his family they were already dead. The scene was oddly peaceful, and he walked through it a Dwarf detached from the world. Were it not for the pool of blood he was only partially aware he was standing in, it could have been any other day. His wife, the stone of his heart, had died defending their children; one arm wrapped around them, and the other still clutching his leather-wrapped dead blow hammer.
And so ends the life of Rekko the Runesmith.
Chapter II - The Anvil...
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