| Full Name |
Arni Carni |
| Race |
Dwarf |
| Classes/Levels |
1st |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium build, 4 ft tall, 150 lbs. |
| Age |
Deceased |
| Special Abilities |
Hates orcs, goblins, and stuck up sticky beaks with high Charisma scores |
| Alignment |
Lawful Neutral |
| Deity |
Marquis de Queensbury |
| Location |
In the cold, cold ground |
| Languages |
Common, Dwarven |
| Occupation |
Armorer |
| Strength |
17 |
| Dexterity |
15 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Arni Carni
Arni is short and bald and ugly. So is his temper.
Arni's not happy about being short, and he doesn't like being reminded about it. "Who you callin' Shorty?!"
Arni make his living as an Armorer. Not a blacksmith, not a swordsmith, nor any other kind of "smith". If he agrees to sharpen your sword, it'll hold an edge that lasts as long the grudge he'll have against you while he's muttering things about "scabbin'" and "working outside the Guild ain't proper," and " 'Sganst the rules."
He also doesn't care for horses, neither shoeing nor riding. "I need that like I need a kick in the head." Looking at him you think maybe he has experience in that area.
When he's not working, he likes to drink, and drink, and drink, and fight. He especially likes to hit on pretty women with handsome boyfriends, so he can pick a fight with the guy and break his pretty nose. "Stuck up sticky beaks."
Died with his gloves on.
