A dwarven warrior from the Ironhills in a distant land, she came with an adventuring party and after a week they've all gone to other planes, been enslaved to dominatrixes, or else just fucked into oblivion.

Name: Rava Ironhill
Race: Hill Dwarf
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Breast Size: Smothering!

Rava is a wonderfully busty dwarf though to those who know dwarven women, she is on the skinny side a young powerful body though with out the rock hard firmness of a mountain made of the most dense material known to dwarven women. This "defect" along with a few others like a slimmer nose and the odd shade of rust red her hair is and her freckles have lead to a few murmurs about what her mother really did during a winter she was out in the woods "Communing with the spirits" though we digress.

She spent her early years wandering around with her family within the fortress home of the dwarves making homes, mining stone and in general learning the ins and outs of mining, fighting, siege craft, beer brewing, drinking and of course building she is a mason by trade though also a member of the dwarven Militia.

Most of her life she lived like a normal dwarven woman if perhaps skinnier and slightly more busty than the other dwarven lasses, this had lead to some interesting trysts with those who visited her home land as well as a number of the young dwarven men who had wandered around outside of their mountain home for long periods. She joined the militia instead of the shield maiden core having her own business to deal with and not really feeling a need to become a professional soldier.

Life went along like that for a long time and while she had her fair share of fun and could enjoy her time with friends and family she didn't receive any suitors being seen as "too skinny". No matter what she tried this fact about her stayed with her until the black day that lived in infamy when she went to see the high priestess of the dwarven goddess of love.  

She had come a long way on a pilgrimage from one dwarven fortress city to the next spreading love and of course encouraging the dwarves to get busy making more dwarven babies to pull their people out of decline. Rava went to meet the woman who perhaps could give her a blessing to help her find a husband. The high priestess for her part had heard something about Rava's possible heritage and more of her lustful actions from a temple scribe and local gossip and wasn't really in for helping her overly so. It all likely would have been fine just a slight disagreement if it hadn't been for the two dwarven women's tempers getting the better of them. Words were said loudly a verbal curse called onto people's families, honour impeached on both sides and Rava gave her a dwarven kiss right to the woman's bulbous nose and a special kind of concussion for her.

This put her fortress in a VERY difficult place, they had just had a citizen assault the high priestess of a goddess and knock her out in her own temple. On the other hand according to clerics and some dwarven paladins hanging around the high priestess had kind of deserved some of it for her harsh words at the time. So a compromise was given to both parties, Rava was exiled and shaven (Pubic hair not face) and the priestess allowed to curse her so she wouldn't grow any more body hair bellow her eyebrows like the elves. (It was meant to just be that one area but who says dwarves can't be vindictive for getting knocked out by a mason?)

She was also sent of a quest a grant quest a quest from the gods them selves and should she return with what the quest desired... She would be returned to her place in standing with in the dwarven people blessed by the goddess and likely have many marriage contracts. Naturally it was completely and utterly impossible and drove her to alcoholism by dwarven standards.

Since then she has been plying her trade and wandering the lands and just being aimless because, meh you don't decide to become a warrior or a hero most just kinda fall into that life and being a mason Militia is FAR safer than becoming an adventurer in truth.