Dargon has a wild red mane, deep eye sockets and black eyes. Standing at 4'5" and just over 200 lbs, he's a bit stocky, with a slab-like torso, and arms the size of battering rams. He is just over a century old but doesn't look it. With rosy skin and a near wrinkleless face, it's not hard to mistake him for a dwarf half his age.
Unlike most dwarves he doesn't favor armaments and can usually be found wearing nothing but a simple vest and trousers. The only notable part of his dress is the silver clan signet ring of a pick ax over a mountain range that he wears on his right index finger.
Dargon is a bit rough around the edges with little grace to his words. Those who know him understand that it is not for lack of compassion, as he is very affectionate as far as dwarves go. But, he is a rather straight shooter and doesn't enjoy wasting time with double speak and innuendo.
Attempting to speak with him about his relationship with his clan gets under his skin, and is a good way to heat up his temper but otherwise he is a genuinely nice dwarf who doesn't get angry over trivial matters.
Dargon spent his youth in the closest thing the Lands of the Linnorm Kings has to a capital city, Kalsgard. A typical dwarven youth, from a clan of miners, who’s only desire was to become a king by slaying his own linnorm. It was a mythical feat for a dwarf from a miner’s clan, but one that all young dwarves shared. However, around the time Dargon reached the age of majority, his father Dolgrin accomplished the impossible, single handedly slaying a linnorm of his own. Thus by the traditions of the land, Dargon’s family was immediately thrust into nobility. And Dargon, now a noble prince, free from the need to be a miner like his father was, took up mercantilism instead. In this capacity he immediately set out to start negotiating trade agreements with the other cities within the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, as he father, Dolgrin, now led the kingdom of Jol and with it controlled the lucrative Kopparberget mines.
Dargon the Merchant
Within a couple of years Dargon was able to secure reliable agreements with all the cities in the region and soon turned his attention to Varisia to the south. Despite being filled by mountains of ore itself, Varisia was experiencing a growth spurt in both population and economy and so Dargon was could still get a fair price for Kopparberget ore with merchants in Riddleport, Magnimar, and Korvosa, all comming to some form of trade agreement with Dargon.
It was during his time in Korvosa that Dargon befriended Niska Mvashti, who was in Korvosa looking to set up trade agreement for a young coastal town known as Sandpoint. At the time Sandpoint was not the prosperous and well-known town it is today, it was continuously being harassed by local goblin tribes and badly needed supplies to help fortify itself against attack. Dargon, like any dwarf worth his stone, was easily convinced to be Sandpoints ore supplier, helping it fortify against the attacks of goblin skum.
Battle for Sandpoint
It was in this capacity that Dargon soon found himself in Sandpoint, back to back with Niska fighting off a goblin raid. The ankle bitters were coming in strong in this particular raid, with well over four-to-one odds. Soon Dargon and Niska were surrounded by over a dozen goblins with nowhere to escape and no chance of getting the upper hand. Niska sword arm had took a bad blow and now it was only a matter of time before the goblins got brave enough to rush past Dargon’s swinging battle axe to gang up on the two friends and take them down. And then it happened... the goblins working together hooked behind Dargon's battle axe with their spears, and pulled it from his grip.
To die in battle for ones kin, ones friends, ones cause, is a happy death for any dwarf, but to die empty handed, disarmed by mere goblins; that is a fate that stung Dargon's dwarven pride.
"Eeek", a goblin cries, as the tide of battle suddenly shifts. A powerful warrior was pressing the attack into the goblin ranks and forcing them to scatter.
This didn't surprise Dargon so much; he was from a harsh land where such battle prowess was common sight. But the shocker, for Dargon was the incredible fact that this warrior wore no armor and carried no steel yet still managed to take out more than his fair share of goblin-kin. Punches, kicks, and a well-placed head butt were all common maneuvers in dwarven combat but for a warrior to rely on them exclusively, that was a concept too foreign for Dargon to understand. So when Dargon, no longer pressed by goblins, found the opportunity, he immediately threw the warrior a spare blade, thinking that if he was this good without a weapon, once he had one in hand he would surely deal the goblins a critical blow, forcing them to run away licking their wounds.
But after catching the blade, the warrior didn't react as expected; he threw the blade hitting a goblin in the back of the head, one that was already running away no less.
This confused Dargon. "How could such a great warrior make such a tactical blunder?” he thought, "Was he just here to show off? Some pompous hero bored of retirement, perhaps."
But he had no time to think more on it then, the goblins were still a threat and he had to refocus his attention to keeping them off his wounded friend.
The battle ended not much later, and the bond formed by Dargon Dolgrinson and Niska Mvashti in that moment lasted a life time. So while their relationship is no longer as explicit as it once was, Dargon still considers Niska Mvashti a dear friend. Some speculate that they may have even once been lovers.
Little is known about this aspect of Dargon's past as he is very protective of it. Even Niska doesn't completely understand what happened. However, he has been in Sandpoint long enough and had enough drunken tavern moments for a few details to slip out of his mouth.
What is clear is that his family no longer controls Jol, having lost it to a new comer. And the Kopparberget mines which supplied Dargon with the very ore he spent his life trading were lost to the king of Kalsgard.
It's believed that Dargon has been forsaken by his clan, or he forsook them depending on who is retelling the story. It seems, after been enthralled by the strange concepts of unarmed combat he witnessed during a goblin raid on Sandpoint, he chose not to follow in his father’s footsteps and instead totally committed himself to learning from a Minkai Master. It’s said however, that in deciding to follow this path he committed the worst of Dwarven sins - abandoning his duties to his clan for a selfish pursuit.
Whatever the real story, Dargon is no longer in contact with his clan.
For most of the last ten years Dargon spent his time studying martial arts under a traveling Monk from the Empire of Minkai. This Minkai, who goes by the pseudonym Master Ipson, has traveled to Varisia specifically to seek out and train unconventional students. In addition to Dargon, it is known that he counts a tengu, two gnomes, and an orc among his current students and that until recently he also trained both a fey creature and a goblin. Dargon believes that Master Ipson considers it a personal challenge to train the untrainable and so he doesn’t grumble too much about the unconventional company. Though having to train with an orc does get under Dargon’s skin, which causes a good number of dwarven curses during training bouts. "You dirty worgs mate!" being Dargon current favorite.
Due to the many wondrous stories about the Empire of Minkai that Master Ipson has shared with his students over the years, Dargon he has developed a slight wanderlust to travel and experience more of the world for himself.
Dargon in Eledar
Dargon currently lives in Eledar as a humble merchant.
Some of Dargon’s best customers were Verik and Larissa Vanderboren. The Vanderborens, who gained fame as top rate adventurers, collected all types of trinkets and miscellaneous gear on their adventures. And Dargon, no longer selling ore from the north found steady work in helping the Vanderborens find buyers for just about anything that they didn’t choose to keep as personal trophies.
However, with their recent untimely deaths Dargon has once again found himself without steady work. He would have probably already started for Varisia if the Vanderboren's daughter, Lavinia, hadn't asked him and a few other friends of Verik and Larissa for help.