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11 posts. Alias of Garbage-Tier Waifu.


Full Name

Dovret Thunderhorn (Formerly Notmerlen Wyvernmane)

Race

Dwarf

Classes/Levels

Slayer 5 (AC 21, Fort +6 Reflex +6 Will +3, Intiat: +2, HP [64/68] DAM [4 Lethal] Status: Salty)

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

64

Special Abilities

Hitting things. Being hit. Trying to be a better person.

Alignment

Lawful Neutral

Location

Mwangi Expanse

Languages

Dwarven, Common, Giant

Occupation

Adventurer

Homepage URL

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aT5QUDNJslzAXQeuZSEMaejYeDc6AS7XexK63XA HSCc/edit?usp=drive_web

Strength 16
Dexterity 14
Constitution 14
Intelligence 13
Wisdom 10
Charisma 7

About Notmerlen Wyvernmane

Notmerlen Wyvernmane:
Notmerlen has spent much of his life doing one thing. Protecting wealthy people. Protecting powerful people. Protecting the people in general. Where he found his skill with a blade and with an axe in need, he served diligently and without fault. If there was one thing that could describe Notmerlen's professional life, it was that he was loyal to a fault. Even when he joined the great merchant drives of Highhelm, he faced every danger with a cold indifference, something which even among dwarves is considered...unusual. But such talent made him quite popular among merchants and councillors needing personal protectors and guards. Particularly a guard who had a reputation for unbending loyalty.
But such a unbending loyalty and will had a purpose. A plan years in formulation. Garnering such a considerable reputation and recommendations from many of the most notable merchant groups would bring him closer to revenge. For years, he had resented the owner of the Half-beard Mining Company for forcing his father out of business and leaving his family to fall into poverty. It was only through years of dedicated work that Notmerlen was able to scrape his way out of poverty through training with militia and mercenary groups. Even then, he was not able to prevent his parent's deaths before sickness overcame them, and his sister died trying to follow in his path, being crushed to death by an Ogre's club on a caravan drive.
Alone, angry and without any other purpose, Notmerlen saw his opportunity when he was approached by a Half-beard recruiter. Apparently, Half-beard's nephew and apprentice was travelling to a Sargarvan mine, where he would negotiate and organize a merger that would see both parties profit heavily. 6 months in Sargarva.
Enough time to get revenge. However that might come about. He'd find a way.
But Notmerlen could not find it in himself to extend that same hatred towards his charge. Athelstan Twice-Dropped, though expressing all the attitudes that come with a life of privilege, had the strange effect of making people around him like him. He hated Half-Beard, but he could get used to Twice-Dropped. Even if what he intends to do will certainly ruin him as well.
But maybe he would be a valuable asset in his revenge. Time will tell how useful he will be.

Dovret Thunderhorn:
Having spent years under his pseudonym 'Notmerlen Wyvernmane', he is finally feeling better than ever. The anger that had consumed him for so long had abated in the moment which he found himself shackled to someone elses will, and his desire to kill along with it. The clarity of the harm he had done to others with his own actions allowed Dovret a moment of self reflection.

With this adventure into the jungles to find a long lost civilisation, he hopes there might be a chance to better himself as a person. Just maybe, he can amend his past deeds.