Noom, the Lost's page

Noom isn't very well liked. He’s learned to keep to himself. Otherwise, he's a pretty sour, sarcastic and quick to anger individual. Noom is not a fan of showing of his heritage, so he is generally cloaked. Upon removal of the cloak, you’ll see an ash colored dwarf with no beard or hair. He shaves his head to match his lack of beard, hoping it will be harder to notice what he is. If asked about his skin, Noom will generally state that he was cursed by a witch. He does carry his kin's violent nature, but only towards those who intend to do him harm.

Noom will spend most of his free time staring at the burning globe in sky to help improve his sight. From time to time he will still mutter about how much he hate it.

It has been a year since his arrival to the surface, Noom has made no friends except a monk of Sarenrae. A few months into his surface life, Noom was attacked by a group of “good” adventures. Being blinded by the sun and beaten down, Noom could not put up much of a fight. Before he could be put to death, Jan(Monk of Sarenrae) questioned him about his journey to the surface. Noom knew it was to find out if there were other duergar about or if he was part of a scouting party. He spoke the truth and told his story to the monk. The monk feeling pity for the dwarf who renounced the evil of his race, allowed Noom to escape from the group. Seeing the mercy he was shown, Noom wishes to follow in the same path.

Noom is not welcome in most places, so he’s unable to do much other than survive. Sadly, the only job he could find was that of a body guard for a strange professor. Professor Lorrimor seemed like a good man, although his journeys took him to strange places and weird things.

A curse was place upon Noom’s linage, from the Dark Smith(Droskar) himself. The curse causes some of his family to be beardless. They were one of few Duergar/Dwarves that tried to secretly worship Gorum, when all the others openly worshiped Droskar during the Age of Darkness. Most of Noom's lineage has fallen over the centuries and decades. Some from natural causes, other mostily from fellow members of his “clan.” The beardless curse would sometimes skip generations, but Noom was lucky enough to contract it.

From the first day he started toiling in the mines of his kin, Noom knew the hatred his family and other shared for him. A dwarf with no beard, was no dwarf at all. Specially, one who’s family was cursed. Noom was use to the abuse from his family and peers. He would toil in the mines and come home with bruises from the war hammers of his fellow duergar. He wouldn’t fight back often, since it meant more bruises and often a broken bone or two. Noom would force himself to push through the beating and the work rituals. (He would have to perform these rituals to become an “adult” in his society.) He thought that might be the only way he could get some solace. Little did Noom know that, wasn’t ever going to happen.

The week before Noom would finish his work rituals and attempt the Hand of Toil, four of his fellow peers plotted against him. These peers have passed the Hand of Toil, which they wouldn’t allow a beardless dwarf to do. Noom was command to follow these four into a cave and help them deal with a few rogue dark elves. When Noom got to the cave, he noticed none of them were around. Knowing what would happen if he didn’t follow orders, Noom proceeded into the cave. Expecting to find the bodies of his “comrades”, he was surprised to find the beginning of the cave empty as he explored. Just inside his dark vision, he saw what he thought was to be a pile of corpses.

He slow stalked up to the scene of carnage, knowing he must grab a weapon to have a chance to avenge his fallen comrades. To his surprise, it was not four duergar that were there but 2 fallen drow. Noom relaxed his guard, but still wondered where they could be. Possibly head further down the tunnel to chase a third? Once Noom heard the click of four crossbows and felt the thud of two arrows, Noom knew he was in trouble. With an arrow in his shoulder and one in his calf, there was no running away. The four invisible assailants were easy to spot. Noom knew he wasn’t going to make it to attempt the Hand of Toil or the next day for that matter.

Luckily, they had to load the next bolt. Noom sprinted towards his attackers ignoring the pain and bolt in his leg. Overtaking one of his attackers as he drew his hammer, Noom had a slight chance. The rage he had built for the past fifty years of his life, kicked in…
Noom walked out of the cave. He used a cloak to cover the evidence of carnage from the fight. Knowing he must leave at once or face the death he managed to escape, Noom gathered what he could and set out to leave his former home. That day he cursed Droskar's name and continued down the path that was chose for him.

Upon his journey to the surface, Noom has found that he is not fond of random comments made to him. Finding out his kind was not very welcome, even in those places that seemed to be very accepting.