Tomahawk - leader of The Blunt

They led a party of soldiers, highly trained, into the mountains. Searching for Narlthud. They were convinced it existed and would have no other tell them otherwise. Months the party searched until by chance they followed a horrific creature into a valley where it was killed, expertly.

Tomahawk saw the skill that was executed. They had found the place they were looking for. Leading their forces under the cover of night they clashed with The Blunt. It was as if a immovable object met an unstoppable force. Back and forth they fought spilling one another's blood.

Magic and blade was a plenty. By the dawn only Tomahawk and two of The Blunt stood. Both were on deaths door, neither had a chance of surviving, yet they stood before the elemental gate, defying Tomahawk entry.

Something changed in the warrior, the acknowledgement of their oath. They dropped the sword and shield in their hand and took a knee before the two. Offering up their life, the weight of the commitment they showed upon Tomahawk's shoulders.

Both died before they made it across to their attacker.

Tomahawk swore on that day to protect Narlthud against any and all that came for it.

They built The Blunt back to full strength, but took it a step further. Forming a smaller group that went out into the world to server as a sower of secrets and distraction, their other role to bring enchantments to Tomahawk so that they may gift them to The Blunt.

If the tales are to be believed Tomahawk is seven feet tall, fire red hair all hanging down their shoulders, a sword the size of a great weapon held in one hand and a tower shield ten inches thick.

The elements run through their blood giving them abilities unknown to all.