Harlock

Harlock is a dwarf, which implies a variety of things; a love of well-hewn stone, precious metals and stones. He's a weilder of axes and a drinker of hearty ale. He seems to be a light-hearted, high spirited fellow, but under that facade lies a boiling hatred for orcs, giants and their ilk.

Harlock started out like many dwarves before him, an apprentice for a well heeled blacksmith, in the town of Eld Hergotten, nestled in the mountains of Vel; with a love of forging steel into powerful weapons coursing through his veins. His apprenticeship began spectacularly, he took to smithing like a goat to the mountaInside, but it was not to last. There were many rumors and whispers about an alliance of The dwarves greatest foes, the giants and the orcs. Initially the rumors were a boon for business, more axes and suits of armor were being commissioned than ever before. Harlock was gaining a skilled hand, indeed; but soon enough Harlock's hand was to learn a much more sanguinous skill.

Late one night, seven months into his apprenticeship, he was awoken by the acrid scent of burning oak wood and shreiks far off in the darkness. Scrambling out of bed, head spinning with confusion, Harlock took up an axe and slipped into a freshly finished chain shirt, moving hesitantly, unaccustomed to the weight of the armor on his shoulders, but at ease with the heft of the axe in his hands.

Rushing towards the screams that are now more frequently piercing the night, Harlock sees great shadows looming in the darkness, giants have attacked his home!