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About Dropkick

The Tragic Story of a Dwarf

Dropkick’s childhood was poverty stricken, unpleasant and short. After the Giant Wars a generation ago, it is now every Dwarf’s duty to spend five years in the militia defending the wall, even though not so much as a skirmish has occurred in the past twenty years. Dropkick’s grandfather, Punt whom Dropkick was named after, was a hero in the wars and now helps train those conscripted. Some are trained to use swords and shields, some crossbows or ballista, Punt ensured his grandson was educated in the art of the Dwarven Waraxe.
After the mandatory five years, Dropkick expressed his longing to explore the world and learn about its other inhabitants. His parents ridiculed him, saying that only weak Dwarves run away from the mines and the clan’s responsibilities. Even though it was not the entire clan’s opinion, his parents made it unbearable at home. Dropkick left as soon as he had saved enough gold to buy a waraxe, just like his Grandfather had used in the wars.
His first year was difficult, several times he was tempted to return to the clan but Dropkick persevered and learned how to live off the land. He entered cities only as necessary, usually to sell the pelts he had, but then he realized the opportunities a city provided.
He took temporary jobs at the local taverns he found along the way rising quickly from clean-up boy to barkeeper, but Dropkick’s tendency to literally drink the profits assured him he would never be too well off in that vocation.
Determined to find fame and fortune, he joined up with the Qadiran Faction. He learned of their goal to achieve economic control and with the riches that would bring him, he could return home glorious and wealthy.