Nalzar Lohammer
Description
Nalzar Lohammer isn’t such a bad looker, for a dwarf. His auburn hair is neat and kempt, the beard flowing past his broad chin and the merry twinkle in his brown eyes. The healthy ruddiness to his tanned skin reveals his hill dwarf heritage. Indeed, he’s a proud scion of Clan Lohammer, a leading family in Brime, capital of the hill dwarves in Hale. Some vital errand must have drawn Nalzar so far from home, but he is clearly garbed and prepared for it. A shirt of fine steel links embraces the stout dwarf’s 4’4” frame. A shield is slung over his back, ready for action next to a sturdy morningstar and crossbow hitched to his pack. A horned steel cap rests on the dwarf’s scalp, and it seems a tankard of ale comes easily to grasp along with an upbeat smile. Perhaps the medallion around his neck, coiled through his beard so it is openly displayed, may explain his attitude. It is the holy symbol of Veratir Hammering, god of all dwarves. Clearly, whatever tasks Nalzar was dispatched from home to fulfill, the heavens themselves have charged this call of duty. It is a call Nalzar proudly, honorably, fiercely, and earnestly answers. Heroes, gather! Wenches, bring ale! Monsters…burrow deep!
History
Nalzar Lohammer was born 77 years ago in Brime, Hale, a capital of dwarven society. His family was well-to-do and influential, and much was expected of any son of the Lohammers. He trained well and studied hard under his father’s guidance along with his four siblings. The time came when expectations came due. The trouble was, those expectations were not what Nalzar really expected. He was not to pledge his life to the defense of the community or join a brigade of proud craftsmen. No, his duty was far simpler and far less glorious: marry Skeezle Hibritches. That really was her name, and she looked just like she sounded. Yugh.
There were only two ways to duck out of this diplomatically arranged marriage: either join the circus or join the church. Nalzar couldn’t juggle worth a damn, so to the church of Veratir Hammering he “fled”. By “flee”, we mean claim devotion and holy oaths. Of course, Nalzar had been raised a proper dwarf. An oath was an oath, and he took his new role as a layman of the church quite seriously. Over the next several years, Nalzar learned the ins and outs of the sect. As an acolyte, he proved excellent, even wasted. His noble upbringing and education shone. But there was nothing for it…until Veratir himself appeared in Nalzar’s dreams. The dwarf was shown a vision in which he would pursue a true goal, worthy of his name, and he would carry the name of the god Veratir across the land in so doing. Honor for both the gods and the dwarves would be harnessed, so long as Nalzar took up these tasks.
Nalzar revealed the vision only to the superior cleric, who anointed Nalzar and blessed his journey abroad. Even Nalzar’s seniors knew the young dwarf was wasted running errands and lighting candles. Into the wilds, he boldly ventured. He bore the symbols of Veratir, while the image of a special holy hammer to seek was forever blazed into his memory.
Personality
Nalzar is optimistic and confident, born of a noble family and raised with scruples and dignity. He holds honor above all other virtues, but like all dwarves, “honor” means a lot of things. It includes courage, decency, generosity, reliability, and loyalty, to name but a few virtues. And virtuous might be the best way to describe Nalzar, for past the earnest cheer and family pride, there beats a strong and steady heart. Fortunately, this is one good man who has also learned the value of carrying a good, thick stick.
Goals
Nalzar will pursue the cleric class exclusively unless the needs of his quests demand he take up a more militant path (namely, the fighter or even paladin class).
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