Fiolag Torvan Sovaunna

The current chief of Clan Sovaunna and by virtue of that position also the Fiolag of the Rivean Baruntacht, Torvan Sovaunna has ended up in this position because his father and mother perished when returning from down river. They were coming up the Nordjeim, and were hit by river pirates. None survived, though Torvan's father sold his life dearly. The pirates were eventually brought to justice of course. That was seven decades ago. Now two hundred and fifty-three years of age, Fiolag Torvan Sovaunna has proven a quick study, learning well and swiftly from his father's most trusted advisors. He has risen in prominence and brought the estate back to prominence with him, much to his Protectorate Joakim's approval and High King Cormac's personal gratitude. He's also been sure to earn his people's respect on the ground, having fought in three separate battles against raiding warbands of yeti that probed north from the Spines, killing no less than fourteen himself between all three incidents. He's known to be a damn fine fighter, preferring a strange one handed dwarven weapon known as a Urogush, along with a proper round shield. He's shaved his head, but fully, as is common amongst his clan, and has his tribe's heraldry tattooed on his scalp. His beard, is full, black as coal, and kept loose, unlike the style of many dwarves of the day, whom braid or tie it off. His eyes are a almost silvery grey, calm, but sharp.

Torvan is known to be an easy-going one for a dwarf, one who seems to have an almost permanent grin to his features, and will share a drink and a laugh with just about anyone. But he's also known for his ruthless demeanor when it comes to combat. A proper dwarven example of a gentleman of the era, polite to a fault, friendly, but damn ruthless once steel is present.

Ruled Locations

• Riveach
• Rivean Baruntacht Estate