Durin spent his life with many dwarves up in the Five Kings Mountains, taking part in mining operations deep in the mountains; however these caves are filled with horrors from the Darklands. Being one of the frontline fighters he killed many monsters and was in the thick of the fighting, but there was one consistant experience he had with those of faith. All the clerics continued to die.
The last straw was when his younger brother was sent in with him and this time a group of intelligent undead came across the miners. Durin cut his way through a large group of undead and when he turned back to check on his brother all he saw, was his dead twisted corpse next to a grey dwarf with his heart on his hand and a abnormally long tongue wrapping up and around the heart. Durin charged the beast down, but that would not bring back his brother.
It was because of this he decided to leave the mountains and join the pathfinder society, using his skills in defence to help protect other pathfinders who may need his protection. Not much for combat, he spends his time in combat keeping up his huge shield and heavy armour.
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Durian Stormshield
FanfictionThis is part of a experiment to get my writing up to speed and influenced. It's based on my first Pathfinder Society's character who, in opposite to most of my characters, has no religion due to his lack of belief in God's love. It's not that he doe...
