Skodratir Axeborn

Skodratir Axeborn is a dwarf barbarian player character featured in Campaign 1.

To fully understand your story, you must understand dwarven history. The dwarves are an ancient people with a rich oral history, and the following tales would be an intimately known aspect of your heritage. In the Elder Days, long before the elves arrived, the great dwarven hero (now revered as divine) Wöshkerfuv and his companions drove the goblin hoards into the sea, never to be seen again. In the years that followed, the peoples prospered and peace was known from east to west. During this time, Wöshkerfuv built five great cities, called Dorrhüm (the deep citadels), Each of his five sons inherited one of the five cities and ruled their individual realms from it, passing the royal scepter and goblet from father to son. To this day, two of these Dorrhüm are still in existence, including Kastinorok, from which Rofterrek rules. The other three were lost-one to the sea, one to the deep-sealed in by sorcery, the other lost to an unknown evil power that drove the dwarves out, forcing them to be refugees to other dwarven kingdoms. This last Dorrhüm, called Melthiöd, is your homeland, though you nor your parents nor grandparents have ever seen it. You grew up in a community of exiles in Kastikhan, at the pleasure of King Rofterrek. A shared longing for one day reclaiming Melthöd keeps hope alive, but can only happen under the right circumstances. The lost king, rightful heir to Melthiöd, must obtain the royal artifacts of Ysgrilief’s scepter and goblet, marking himself as the true king and uniting the scattered Melthiöd dwarves to reclaim what is theirs by birth and blood. The name and whereabouts of the current heir is largely unknown but his family name is Skattyrgoff. In the war, you were a soldier in the 2nd army of Kastinorok, under the generalship of King Rofterrek’s eldest son and heir to the throne, Archprince Roftuzzoft, First Marshall of Kastikhan. You fought alongside your exiled brothers, a close knit band, never fully accepted by the other dwarves. Though known as a tactical genius and an esteemed military commander, the Archprince’s decision in battle left your battalion of Melthiöd dwarves as a rearguard, essentially sacrificing the unit. Most of your brethren were slaughtered that day.

Since then, you’ve wandered from place to place without a people or any greater goal than finding your next drink. Working as hired muscle, you’ve been just reliable enough to eke out the coin to keep you plastered. Your reputation as a mercenary is only eclipsed by your reputation for fierce drunken brawls. Currently you’ve made your way to a small mountain community called Himmelwalt, known for their Ugafi beer that fizzes and burns, a unique experience.