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About Bruendor CavescouterBRUENDOR CAVESCOUTER CR 3
Background:
Bruendor was born in Janderhoff to one of the clan's most prominent subterranean explorers, Azisi Cavescouter. Unlike most of the dwarves, Cavescouters were trained to be explorers, searching for veins of minerals during peacetime and seeking the enemy during war. He and his older brother, Imrik, were both trained by Azisi to be silent explorers of the depths, relying on cunning and stealth to overcome hazards rather than brute force. Like most of his people, Bruendor enjoyed the bitter taste of ale a bit too much, and often drank to excess during his free time. Janderhoff had experienced a relative quiet from the Darklands, so he would occasionally drink from a hip flask of spirits on his outings. It was on one such outing that disaster struck. Azisi was leading Imrik and Bruendor on a deep delve when they were ambushed by the drow. It was instantly a fight to the death, and though the dwarves were victorious, it was a costly fight. Bruendor was barely alive, and both his mother and brother were unconscious. He could not bring both of them back to safety, so he had to choose - who would he save? The mother that bore him, or his brother who had his back? He made his choice. He carried Azisi's unconscious body back to the main depths, and rednezvoused with one of the regular patrols. He passed out soon after that, and woke up in hospice. His mother was seated by his side, her grey eyes regarding him stonily. "They followed your tracks back to the ambush point to rescue Imrik," she stated flatly. "He wasn't there." His lip trembled. "Mother, I..." "NO!", she screamed, slapping him across the cheek. "I am your mother no longer. I have no sons any longer. At least Imrik died a dwarf; you are a fool and a coward." Her face was screwed up with grief and spite. She got up from his bedside, and began to walk away. "Moth...Azisi..." Bruendor said. Azisi paused, but did not turn back. "He may still be alive." Her hands clenched into fists, and she said quietly, "If I were you, I would pray that he were dead." With that, she left his room. Bruendor's wounds eventually healed. He was visited by the priest of Torag , who performed the Sundering upon him - placing Torag's curse upon Bruendor. His beard fell out strand by strand, leaving him clean-shaven. He was exiled from Janderhoff, and was told that until he could repay his debt to dwarven society, he would never be free of Torag's curse. He would need to save the lives of 101 dwarves - once done, Torag would forgive his failure to save the life of a man who had most of his life in front of him. He wandered for a time, before settling in Riddleport. He now contemplates his next move in a flophouse in Lubbertown.
Goals:
His most fervent wish is to break the enchantment placed upon him. As it was placed by direct deific intervention, it is not easily broken, so he seeks ways to aid any dwarf in need. Additionally, he hopes one day to return to the depths to find his brother. That was all years ago, and Imrik most likely died either as a slave or as a foul sacrifice to the drow's dark gods, but he holds a glimmer of hope that he might free his brother, redressing the wrong he committed years ago. Perhaps then Azisi would have him back as her son. He also hopes to find some way to prove to his mother that he is a capable scout - that he can be trusted to protect Janderhoff from assault by the drow. |
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