Description
Soot and dirt linger on this short and wide dwarf. A light brown
beard falls down to his chest, its curled locks seemingly
the only thing well kept upon him. He is garbed with no regard
for beauty or elegance, and his bent over posture and crooked
nose only worsens his exterior. However, deep set blue eyes, and
a pair of callused and beaten hands suggests some wisdom behind the soot
and dirt. You notice him often cracking his knuckles, and hear quiet
grunts intermittently from his general direction.
Role
Last name.
Added Sat Aug 27 00:47:42 2005 at level 35:
Onylioac is truly Caoilyno, the name of the elven leader who took Blaindon in.
Blaindon altered the name to keep his secret, but he still whispers the name pridefully,
ever remembering its significance.
Inner err...struggle?
Added Wed Sep 14 19:50:02 2005 at level 44:
As time has gone by, Blaindon, who had begun his path puttin' on the
act of a grumbling, cursing dwarf has become something he never thought
he truly was....A dwarf! The tongue of the elves still lies within him, but it
is rarely seen. Blaindon both embraces who he now is, and fears himself.
Others view him as being harsh, rugged and not the beacon of light that he had
set out to be. However, deep down he remembers his upbringing with the elves,
and knows so long as he keeps that in mind, deep down he will be just that. Or so
he still hopes.
Blaindons' secret.
Added Thu Aug 4 00:13:20 2005 at level 15:
At first glance, Blaindon appears no different than any other dwarf.
He is obsessively proud of his beard, he tends to fall into short vulgar speech
and his loyalty and sense of pride is unmatched except by his own kin.
However, Blaindon harbors a secret behind his gruff exteriour.
He was raised by elves.
Orphaned at a young age, a band of High Elves from the far north east
of the lands begrudgingly took in a young dwarf named Blaindon for fear
of his survival on his own. At first, they merely provided the young dwarf
who's beard already hung down to his belt the bare necessities...food and water.
Yet as time grew on, the elves began slowly to treat him as one of them.
Blaindon himself was none too pleased to be among elves, and a forest no less,
but he had nowhere else to go, and was too young to strike out on his own.
A bond became to form, and soon Blaindon was learning and training with them daily.
His departure.
Added Thu Aug 4 00:52:59 2005 at level 15:
Blaindon matured, and one day an elven elder took him aside.
'You are ready to strike out your own path Blaindon, stay true to your
kin, your roots, and never fear, for the Great Skyborn ever watches from the clouds'
Blaindon gathered his things, and holding back his tears he walked from the forest.
As Blaindon left the forest, and began his own adventure, he knew one thing.
His childhood must remain secret to all, save for the Holy Skyborn himself.
Not only to protect the secrecy of the location of the elvesn band hidden deep within
the forest, but he sensed that others might frown upon himself and the elves, and upon
the quest he had in mind, he wished few distractions...
And so Blaindon let his tongue fall into the short slur of his kin, talking
in a rugged short tone. He sometimes despite his better judgement found himself
cursing, and quoting dwarven proverbs the elves had relayed to him.
And so a normal dwarf he was to most, the high tongue of the elves hidden deep
under his full brown beard.