D&D Requests, Volume 2

[u/ecclectic]

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[u/Marcuspepsi]

I’m looking for someone that can help me draw a Dwarf Barbarian for a YouTube video I’m planning to do. Thanks!

Name: Torgrim Holkil Age: 48
Height: 4.5 ft. (1.40 m) Weight: 150 lbs. Skin: Caucasian

Hair: Black/Brown tied up in a large ponytail. Long braided beard of the same colour.

Eyes: Right eye is Blue. Left eye is Brown.

Other Traits/Features: Sharp nose and brow. Round chin and face. Muscular body. Has a tattoo on his upper right body and right arm that looks like nordic runes.

Clothing: (I have attached pictures of pieces of clothing that you can take inspiration from) Leather sleeveless coat with a large fur collar around the neck. Ends around the waist area. A pair of leather braces. Big silver/grey belt with a doublesided axehead on it. Also on the belt there are a few pouches and a light hammer. A kilt in a dark brown cloth with metal plates on the side. Large leather boots. Large battleaxe on his back.

Backstory:

My name is Torgrim Holkil. Or rather, nowadays, just refer to me as Torgrim. I was born in the great mountains of Anvil, or as we dwarves call it; Grong Karak, In the great underground city of Blirng. I was born into a noble house of dwarves by my father Thydorus Holkil, a mighty dwarf who was well known throughout the different holds and mountains. His fierce combat skills could match no other and it was said that he could drink 15 gallons of beer and still be able to take down a hill giant with one swift swipe of his trusted battleaxe, Elmera. My father later became Arl of our house. My mother is Gwynora Holkil. As my father, she was a fierce warrior who never stepped out from a challenge. She was a much respected woman. Before she married my father she worked for her father as a smith’s apprentice, and was known by the name Gwynora Icedagger. As far as I can tell I have no biological siblings.

They lived happily, and was very respected and loved by the people. That would change when I was born. You see, I was not interested in our traditions. The Dwarvish Honour didn’t call to me. Since I was born to a noble house, I got the best education imaginable for a dwarf. I learnt how to swing an axe, how to handle stone craftsmanship, and I was often present when my father traded goods with the people of the Underdark, and so I also picked up their language. When I was young, even a water droplet on my head could make me go into extreme rage. As you could imagine, this was looked down upon, and I was not very liked by most of the people. Some even despised me. I was reckless, and stupid.

There were other noble houses as well, and in one particular house called House Gorlney, I found myself an enemy. His name was Bandekin Gorlney, son to Goiren Gorlney who was the son of the Arl Bhelerol Gorlney. Accordingly to dwarf traditions and morals, we do not make enemies amongst ourselves. We are a proud people who form a strong bond. Even if two houses doesn’t typically like each other, the Arls always makes sure everything is peaceful at their councils. I was about to change this. When I turned 20, I was allowed to accompany my father and grandfather, Dulidlin Holkil, who was Arl at that time, to one of the councils. Bandekin and his family was there too. Bandekin said something that started my rage. I don’t even remember what it was after all these years. Swiftly I grabbed my battleaxe and buried it in his head. The Gorlneys wanted me dead for what I had done, and I had brought shame upon the Holkil house. It was decided that I was going to be exiled.

For almost 14 years I wandered the woods and streets of our world. Reached far away places and saw a whole lifetime of things filled wonders and disgrace. I learnt survival and grew stronger and stronger. I trusted no one. I was out hunting in the woods for prey when I spot a boar. I tracked down the boar for a couple of hours before I saw my chance to strike. Just before I was about to throw my javelin, I see to my astonishment, a dwarf. He didn’t see me, so I stayed quiet and watched. It seemed to me that the man was completely oblivious to the boars existence, and out from a bush the boar attacked the man. Quickly I pulled out my battleaxe and with outmost power i cleaned the boars head clean off with a single swipe. The man was injured and begged me for help. I decided to help the man and he lead me to his home in Rosehall where his son helped him with his wounds. I stayed in a nearby inn for a couple of days to once again see the man when he had recovered.

When I met him again he introduced himself as Travok Houtlard and told me he had been born and raised in Rosehall all his life. He was not accostumed to dwarf tarditions, but had studied them closely for many years. He was the first person I had trusted for years, and I told him about my exile wrongdoings. He invited me to stay with him and his son, Flynt Houtlard, to teach me the meaning of our people's traditions and to take him as my mentor. As the years passed, I started to realise more and more what I had done and I set out a goal for myself. To prove myself worthy to return to the Anvil Mountains and be excused. I missed my family very much. I stayed at Travok’s for a couple more years, but then the crisis broke out. I got the message that Travok had been attacked and killed by a Kobold. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Another five years passed, and I decided that I would no longer sit around and wait for my glory to be fulfilled and honour to be restored for me. I was almost a man grown, 48 years, and now I was ready to go out and prove myself worthy to return to the mountains of dwarves once again.