Ukrim Warmcloak's page

Ukrim was born in the Kingdom of Khorinth, a small and embittered nation that had come to exist and fall again and again over the two hundred years since the mighty city of Dallhammer had fallen, as a young nobleman to an extensive family that once proudly served the Tharnhammers. Since then though, their fall had been hard and long. Land that had belonged to the Warmcloak Clan was conquered in wars, lost to the hordes of orcs, goblins, and stranger things that came from beneath the surface. Their wealth disappeared, their prominent members die off in civil wars or fruitlessly trying to liberate their homes. The youngest of six children, four of them being boys, Ukrim quickly realized that there was very little of his family’s wealth left to be divided between his siblings. Even being allied with the nations of humanity brought little reprieve to the kingdom and the dislocated family, incursions by monster from the mountains and underground kept the nation on edge. The few mithril veins that could be found were critical though and the battles continued on.

It was during one of these battles, underground near one of the mines, that Ukrim caught sight of one of the Depthwarder Initiates fighting. Not armored in heavy plate or wielding a massive axe, the warrior fought with very little to hamper him and slew the beast from the darkness with efficiency and beauty. The young dwarf recognized an opportunity and at the earliest chance, begged to be taken as a student. The young master, impressed by the young dwarf’s selfless reasons of relieving his clan of another mouth to feed and to improve himself, received permission from Ukrim’s family to take him down into the caverns below where the old monastery awaited. It is here that Ukrim learned not only of his people’s storied history but the secret behind the withdrawn monastery; the greatest teachers were the spirits of the dead that had remained to teach the living.

Unliving fonts of wisdom, these teachers taught their pupils the ancient ways of fighting with hand, foot, axe, and elbow. Ukrim heard the stories of Dallhammer, of the greatness of their civilization, from those who had lived and died during that time. None had come from Dallhammer’s fall, none knew what had happened, but there was a belief that it was tied to the depths below rather than the heavens above. The monks at the Depthward Monastery had dedicated themselves to fighting the ancient foes under the earth, to seek the lost dwarven treasures that had disappeared long ago but held the keys to their history and their future.

Ukrim excelled as a student and quickly travelled up the ranks of his fellow monks. It was when he heard rumors of messengers sent by an heir of the true king, a dwarf named Snorri Tharnhammer. After consulting with his spirit advisors and sending a letter to his family, Ukrim set forth to join the expedition underneath the surface. Trained in fighting their ancient foes, the drow, and protecting himself from the abominations that called the darkness home, Ukrim believes himself to be a powerful asset and advisor to the group and hopes to help rebuild the ancient cities underneath once more. It was a surprise to some, to see the long-forgotten Warmcloaks again at the table and answering the summons of their would-be king.

”I have learned much of our kind, of our history, of the glory of old. We shall not disappear like trees within a landslide! We shall not accept our fates meekly, hide in the generous bosom of humanity until we fade away! No! We are proud! We are strong! We are the crafters of our own destinies! We are dwarves! Long live Dallhammer! Long live the new king! Long live the glory of dwarves!” He proudly declared, signing the contract to join the new expedition to explore the depths and find a new Dallhammer.

Personality:

Ukrim is 62 year old, having grown up in the monastery underground where he was taught for most of his life. Still young by dwarven standards, he is eager to prove his skill and ability in the best trial ever; actual combat. A little fiery-headed and perhaps too eager at times, Ukrim makes this up by being tactically sound and offering whatever advice and wisdom he feels can benefit the expedition. He is there not simply just as a skilled combatant, inspiring his fellow dwarves with stories of the old and powerful kingdoms their kind used to rule and the glories that they used to command.

Ukrim is uneasy working with anything that is an abomination or is related to or is a drow. His training has taught him to distrust such creatures and he may let his instilled prejudices get in the way of common sense. He is otherwise a liberator for the oppressed, seeing this expedition to not only establish the dwarven society anew but also to highlight to morality of dwarves, to show the world the good that they could do.

Appearance:

Ukrim stands at around 4’2 and weights roughly 190lbs. A lean, muscular figure that shows off a balanced training regiment. Agile, strong, and durable, Ukrim’s physical prowess is easy to see once he is out of the worn and battered explorer’s clothing that he wears. Two worn handaxes, roughly shaped and not pretty at all but efficient nonetheless, sit on his hips and are equally used as tools as they are weapons. A sling and a small pouch of bullets hang off of his left side as well.

As a tribute to the spirit who taught him, one that followed an old tradition of shaving their heads in strange shapes, Ukrim keeps his rich, red hair shaved into a mohawk that sits upon his head. His eyes are a rich green, like jade itself, and his skin keeps a ruddy complexion despite his time deep in the tunnels. Tattoos have been placed upon his cheeks, showing his initiation into the Depthwarders’ ranks, though they are obscured by the rich and braided beard that luxuriously hangs upon his face.