City of a Thousand Deaths
Accented by the Ale of many lands, Dunrobin is known to be proceeded by the Odiferous Emanations that wrestle through his tangled beard which extends below his knees. Bathing is for the weak and the wealthy. "Pay my fee and a bath of blood shall follow!"
Little is Known about this wayward Dwarf except that the comes from the War Torn moutain ranges PathamThitta near the jungles of Thekadi whose rivers flow red with the blood of many fallen souls from their thousand year war. In the land of hisinfancy, Wars have become lost in meaning and their causes are shrouded in feudal territorial battles. Dunrobin cast no allegiance and is a dwarf for hire. Not really the intimidating type of dwarf, lest his temper sway, he is obviously quite content in his own company. His own allies know little of him and his battle rage that lies beneath his monosyllablistic sayings. “Meat Pies Anyone?” His friends are few and far between. His reputation in battle is of legend and is only preceded by the whispers and rumors of his unforgettable fragrance. In his ideology he has never met a foe that could not be fallen, he has seen worse monsters floating in his beer…all become fodder for the thirst of his axe and hammer.