Dalamore Grimtoe

Dalamore Grimtoe

Adopting parent of Surgard Jones Dalamore Grimtoe: A Cracked Tankard, a Forged Heart Imagine a mountain range, weathered by time and etched with ancient battles. Dalamore Grimtoe is carved from the same stock, a Dwarf whose beard could weave tapestries of past glories and whose laughter rumbles like distant thunder. Age has painted his face with wrinkles, each one a tale of a brawl won or a mug emptied.
A Warrior Forged in Ale and Grit:
Dalamore is the epitome of a seasoned warrior. Scars crawl across his thick arms, testaments to countless clashes with giants and beasts. His eyes, though often hazy from a potent blend of age and ale, hold an unwavering steel beneath the surface. He taught Surgard the way of the sword, not just with drills and footwork, but with gruff stories of hunts gone wild and tavern brawls that reshaped history.
Crown of thorns, Heart of Gold:
His crowning achievement, whispered in ale-soaked whispers at taverns across Feakrith, is no ordinary feat. Dalamore, alongside the legendary Drax Nilfblood, ventured into the very maw of the Nine Hells, facing legions of devils to save their city. But beneath the warrior's gruff exterior beats a heart of gold. He adopted Surgard, an unwanted child, raising him with a gruff yet fierce love. He fought not for glory, but for the warmth of hearth and loyalty.
Rampaging Thirst, Honorable Soul:
Dalamore's vice is as well-known as his valor: ale. He downs tankards like thirsty ogres, and taverns know him both as a boisterous patron and a frequent brawler. Yet, even in his drunken brawls, there's a code. He protects the weak, defends the defenseless, and though his words may slur, his heart knows only honor.
Quirks and Contradictions:
Dalamore has a surprisingly gentle touch when tending to his prize-winning beard, using only the finest boar bristle brushes and home-brewed beard oil. He secretly enjoys poetry, particularly tales of forgotten Dwarven heroes, though he'd deny it under a mountain of empty tankards. He has a pet rat named Nibbles, whom he insists is a fierce battle companion, despite Nibbles' preference for cheese over combat. In the quiet moments, he stares at a worn wooden carving of Surgard, a flicker of pride battling the haze of regret in his eyes.

Current Status

Deceaded

Current Location

Feakrith

Species

Dwarf

Ethnicity

Feakrithian

Age

435

Children

• Surgard Jones

Sex

Male

Eyes

Black

Hair

Long Grey

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Worn leatherlike

Height

4'2"

Weight

189lbs

Aligned Organization

Ratchets Bounty Hunting Guild