Race:  Dwarf
Subrace:  Shield Dwarf
Sex:  Female
Age: Young to Mature (Early 100's)
Hair:  Dirty Blonde
Eyes:  Burnt Brown
Skin:  Ruddy
Build: Stocky and Broad-Hipped


It's not easy being a sworn hearthtender of Berronar Truesilver.

You're just sweeping and mopping the tavern one morn (or what you assume is morning deep under the mountains where the sunlight never reaches), trying to keep a clean and proper house of respite for your hardworking menfolk, your sister-folk and your wandering guests, when suddenly some unfathomable Underdark horror from eons past stirs in its sleep and animates the two-millennia-old bones of peoples past, which proceed to tear up through your floorboards and attacking anything that lives.

How are you supposed to keep a proper hearth and tavern after THAT rubbish continues on for month after month?  You keep swatting the skeletons back down into the rock and soil, but they keep on coming, night after night and day after day.

Those damned skeletons just won't stop fighting!

So you might as well study up on the undead, ask Lady Truesilver to bless both of your good and sturdy maces forged from the best dwarven craftsmanship and take the fight back to the bony bastards.

Maybe after you break enough bones, those blasted skeletons will FINALLY stop fighting!

But don't bet the sapphire mine on it.  The undead are notoriously stubborn, almost as stubborn as a true and proper dwarf.

So this could take a while.

It's not easy being a sworn hearthtender....