NinjaTangerine
Lord of Altera
Hrothgar SharpPick, General of the Dwarven Army, is from the small town of Ascension Heights, however he lived most of his life in Skara_Brae.Now he lives in Karuk-Thol, after discovering it on his travels. Being a powerful dwarf warrior, he commands the dwarven army, and is usually hunting the bandits of the Southern Wilds.
Appearance:
A muscular, and tall (for a Dwarf) warrior, only reaching 4'2", wears his Dwarven star armour, he carries his Dwarven Pick (Cerebrum Ruina). His hair is tucked into his helmet, however his beard ,of average length and plaited, adopts a dark brown, auburn colour.
Personality:
Hrothgar is usually a kind, but firm, character, and he is always willing to help one in need of help. However, he can be a bit quick-tempered, and is known to easily start a pub brawl. He is a brave, courageous warrior, and one not to be messed with.
Star Iron Armor:
Hrothgar attained his Star Armour relatively soon before the Battle of Ascension_Heights. It was hand forged by his father, Hioghan SharpPick II, cast out of the dwarven material; star iron. It is incredibly strong, and can withstand many fatal blows. Stronger than diamond itself, Hrothgar also wields his Battle-Pick, also crafted by his father. It also carries the spirit of his father, which gives him the grand Silk Touch enchantment.
Weaknesses:
Hrothgar has few weaknesses. Being a mortal Dwarf, his capabilities in battle are what has kept him alive. However, Hrothgar is unable to swim, as his parents never had the time to teach him, and so whenever he is close to water he gets rather tense and upset. However, in addition to this, his height lacks advantage.
Other People:
Hrothgar generally gets on well with others. However, he dislikes Elves as the two races (Dwarves and Elves) continue to fight with each other as they grow amongst Altera, however, when both need each other, they get along (for a while). He gets along extremely well with those of his own race, and some humans, however, Hrothgar strongly hates the western humans for what they did to his parents and homeland.
General Hrothgar SharpPick I
Hrothgar was crowned General of the Dwarven Army when he was 56, after defeating many of the evil creatures the demons had summoned. He now leads the army into many battles, and works alongside the Great Dwarf King.
Hrothgar SharpPick, I remember those days, ha, t'was such a long time ago, when me Mam and Dad were still walking....
I was born and raised in what is now Ascenion_Heights, when it used to be the Dwarven Stronghold. My Mam and Dad were major citizen's of the area, and my Dad was the greatest dwarven warrior within the land. I had several dwarven friends, many being the same age, I remember we used to play in the cobbled streets with our wooden picks...Ah,those were the days. Anyways, when Mam and Dad had a day off or two, they would take me and some of my friends to warstrom arena, where we would watch the fights and place bets on who we thought would win. It was a great life, and I admired my Dad very much, he was Hioghan SharpPick, the greatest battle warrior, and whenver he went to battle with invading towns, I knew he would always come back safely....but then one day...
I was about 15 when it happened. We were now living in the main stronghold of the dwarven stronghold known as Ironhelme and my Dad had been promoted to Battle Commander Dwarf. I was so proud of him...Whenever he had time, he would take me to Warstrom training grounds and teach me his tricks, and one of these days, I gained my Armor*.
*Gaining Armor in Dwarfhood is the major rite of passage a dwarf goes through in becoming a man/warrior.
My Dad helped me pick all the things out, most of it was Star Iron, the rarest material lately discovered by the Dwarves. it was as hard as Bedrock, and as light as feathers, and it all fitted me perfectly. My helmet was my favorite piece of armor,it was made of pure diamond, and served me well in many battles-I designed it myself,with my Dad, he was great at armor design and crafting-anyways, it was after that day, after I got my armor, was when ascension finally fell.
My Dad was in the battle, he was at the front, with his hammer, smashing his way through, meanwhile, I was an archer on top of the Hill, shooting the back line of horsemen. My Mam was with me, she was Archery Commandswoman, her bow skills were one of the best, hence the reason for her title. The start of the battle the dwarves had the upper hand, it was only after they released the Demon that the tides changed.
The Demon-a pure shadow of evil-rose up high above Ascension, coating it with fire. the distraction cause my mother's loss. She got shot by an archer on the opposite hill.....
"Hrothgar!"She wimpered loudly for someone who's dying.
"Mam!" I cried, rushing towards her.
"Hrothgar, run, run for your life, go to the Armory, pick up Hamth, (he was my best mate at the time) and flee fo Skara Brae, there you will meet a friend of ours, tell him what's happened" That was the last sentance I ever heard from my Mam. She was always a quite person, but always was there when needed.
And so, I unsheaved my Pick from my back, and headed to the armory. It was a short jog down the cobbled stairs to the underground shoppes, over the glass bridge which beneath flew a long, river of Lava, dwarf-made centuries ago. Finally, I reached the Armory, where, Hamth was there, smelting more Star Iron for more weapons. He was a year older-but his father, the mayor of Ironhelme at the time, disallowed him from fighting-to his disappoint.
"Hamth, my Mam is dead, we need to flee to Skara before Ironhelme is lifted-my Mam said there is someone there that ill help us!"
"What mate? You can't expect me to leave my family!" Hamth replied, confused slightly.
"Hamth, if we don't leave now your parents will be leaving-and not in a nice way!" I hated to say it, but sometimes the truth hurts.
"Get yor things and let's go! We don't have long. we need to take the undergound tunnel back round to the stables-from there we will take a horse onwards to Port Silver, then a ship to Skara_Brae." I grabbed a few loaves of bread and some porkchop, then flipped the rucksack on my back-over my armor.
"What? Mate, NO! What's ahppened to you!" he shouted.
"Hamth, WE NEED TO GO!"
"ARGGGHHHHH!!!"A scream erupted from the gates, as there was Hamth's Father being stabbed by the captain of the attackers.
"DAD NO!!!!!" Hamth screamed, as he watched his father die....
It was after we reached Skara when i saw the poster:
Hioghan SharpPick,
A Dwarven Warrior,Friend, Next Mayor of Ironhelme,
Was killed In actionwhile fighting for the defense of Dwarven Stronghold
Ironhelme.
I cried the rest of that night. My one hero,idol,Dad....was dead.
A year later...
Hamth and I were getting on in Skara_Brae. The mayor of Skara had kindly taken us in, and after a whil we settled, made new friends and built our houses. we were now major citizens of Skara, and great friends of the mayor, who was great friends himself with our parents. Me and Hamth were the last Dwarves from Skara, and many respected that, remembering how strong and powerful we were, but noone realised my true potential...
Another Year Later.....
Hamth was dead. The New Mayor of what was now founded Ascenion_Heights had him assasinated, he put spies in most of the towns in altera. I was sure he was aiming for me next...the last dwarf...the last warrior.
It was that day in Warstrom Arena, I went to rememeber the great times I used to have with my parents and friends, when I got called up to fight. I'd only ever practised before with my Dad, but now it was real, I was actually fighting. My opponent was the current record holder-with a score of 18 wins to 0 losses. I had no chance....
Skara_Braeian Dwarf-last alive...
Beat warstrom Record Holder...
At Epic Fight...
I Don't know how I did it...
The commentators there, I think Arkkaine was one of them...I'm not sure.....but they mentioned my skill and speed compared to my competetor's. Back then we were allowed weapons and armor, and I can recall it was a long battle, my competetor sure did deserve his title. It was pure luck that I won, most of the fights my opponent had one had taken seconds, but we had been fighting for at least two hours.
"Your Good SharpPick, just like a Ninja..." That's where my name came from....He said I was too fast to get a hit at, and too short-a great Dwarven advantage i tell ye.
Now I be livin' at the Grand Fortress of Karuk-Thol, leading the army as General, it be a good life. I often 'av a beer with the King when he's not busy, and it's good to be getting along with others of my race. I still grief for my family and the people of Ascenion, but I know that cannot be changed.
Appearance:
A muscular, and tall (for a Dwarf) warrior, only reaching 4'2", wears his Dwarven star armour, he carries his Dwarven Pick (Cerebrum Ruina). His hair is tucked into his helmet, however his beard ,of average length and plaited, adopts a dark brown, auburn colour.
Personality:
Hrothgar is usually a kind, but firm, character, and he is always willing to help one in need of help. However, he can be a bit quick-tempered, and is known to easily start a pub brawl. He is a brave, courageous warrior, and one not to be messed with.
Star Iron Armor:
Hrothgar attained his Star Armour relatively soon before the Battle of Ascension_Heights. It was hand forged by his father, Hioghan SharpPick II, cast out of the dwarven material; star iron. It is incredibly strong, and can withstand many fatal blows. Stronger than diamond itself, Hrothgar also wields his Battle-Pick, also crafted by his father. It also carries the spirit of his father, which gives him the grand Silk Touch enchantment.
Weaknesses:
Hrothgar has few weaknesses. Being a mortal Dwarf, his capabilities in battle are what has kept him alive. However, Hrothgar is unable to swim, as his parents never had the time to teach him, and so whenever he is close to water he gets rather tense and upset. However, in addition to this, his height lacks advantage.
Other People:
Hrothgar generally gets on well with others. However, he dislikes Elves as the two races (Dwarves and Elves) continue to fight with each other as they grow amongst Altera, however, when both need each other, they get along (for a while). He gets along extremely well with those of his own race, and some humans, however, Hrothgar strongly hates the western humans for what they did to his parents and homeland.
General Hrothgar SharpPick I
Hrothgar was crowned General of the Dwarven Army when he was 56, after defeating many of the evil creatures the demons had summoned. He now leads the army into many battles, and works alongside the Great Dwarf King.
Hrothgar SharpPick, I remember those days, ha, t'was such a long time ago, when me Mam and Dad were still walking....
I was born and raised in what is now Ascenion_Heights, when it used to be the Dwarven Stronghold. My Mam and Dad were major citizen's of the area, and my Dad was the greatest dwarven warrior within the land. I had several dwarven friends, many being the same age, I remember we used to play in the cobbled streets with our wooden picks...Ah,those were the days. Anyways, when Mam and Dad had a day off or two, they would take me and some of my friends to warstrom arena, where we would watch the fights and place bets on who we thought would win. It was a great life, and I admired my Dad very much, he was Hioghan SharpPick, the greatest battle warrior, and whenver he went to battle with invading towns, I knew he would always come back safely....but then one day...
I was about 15 when it happened. We were now living in the main stronghold of the dwarven stronghold known as Ironhelme and my Dad had been promoted to Battle Commander Dwarf. I was so proud of him...Whenever he had time, he would take me to Warstrom training grounds and teach me his tricks, and one of these days, I gained my Armor*.
*Gaining Armor in Dwarfhood is the major rite of passage a dwarf goes through in becoming a man/warrior.
My Dad helped me pick all the things out, most of it was Star Iron, the rarest material lately discovered by the Dwarves. it was as hard as Bedrock, and as light as feathers, and it all fitted me perfectly. My helmet was my favorite piece of armor,it was made of pure diamond, and served me well in many battles-I designed it myself,with my Dad, he was great at armor design and crafting-anyways, it was after that day, after I got my armor, was when ascension finally fell.
My Dad was in the battle, he was at the front, with his hammer, smashing his way through, meanwhile, I was an archer on top of the Hill, shooting the back line of horsemen. My Mam was with me, she was Archery Commandswoman, her bow skills were one of the best, hence the reason for her title. The start of the battle the dwarves had the upper hand, it was only after they released the Demon that the tides changed.
The Demon-a pure shadow of evil-rose up high above Ascension, coating it with fire. the distraction cause my mother's loss. She got shot by an archer on the opposite hill.....
"Hrothgar!"She wimpered loudly for someone who's dying.
"Mam!" I cried, rushing towards her.
"Hrothgar, run, run for your life, go to the Armory, pick up Hamth, (he was my best mate at the time) and flee fo Skara Brae, there you will meet a friend of ours, tell him what's happened" That was the last sentance I ever heard from my Mam. She was always a quite person, but always was there when needed.
And so, I unsheaved my Pick from my back, and headed to the armory. It was a short jog down the cobbled stairs to the underground shoppes, over the glass bridge which beneath flew a long, river of Lava, dwarf-made centuries ago. Finally, I reached the Armory, where, Hamth was there, smelting more Star Iron for more weapons. He was a year older-but his father, the mayor of Ironhelme at the time, disallowed him from fighting-to his disappoint.
"Hamth, my Mam is dead, we need to flee to Skara before Ironhelme is lifted-my Mam said there is someone there that ill help us!"
"What mate? You can't expect me to leave my family!" Hamth replied, confused slightly.
"Hamth, if we don't leave now your parents will be leaving-and not in a nice way!" I hated to say it, but sometimes the truth hurts.
"Get yor things and let's go! We don't have long. we need to take the undergound tunnel back round to the stables-from there we will take a horse onwards to Port Silver, then a ship to Skara_Brae." I grabbed a few loaves of bread and some porkchop, then flipped the rucksack on my back-over my armor.
"What? Mate, NO! What's ahppened to you!" he shouted.
"Hamth, WE NEED TO GO!"
"ARGGGHHHHH!!!"A scream erupted from the gates, as there was Hamth's Father being stabbed by the captain of the attackers.
"DAD NO!!!!!" Hamth screamed, as he watched his father die....
It was after we reached Skara when i saw the poster:
Hioghan SharpPick,
A Dwarven Warrior,Friend, Next Mayor of Ironhelme,
Was killed In actionwhile fighting for the defense of Dwarven Stronghold
Ironhelme.
I cried the rest of that night. My one hero,idol,Dad....was dead.
A year later...
Hamth and I were getting on in Skara_Brae. The mayor of Skara had kindly taken us in, and after a whil we settled, made new friends and built our houses. we were now major citizens of Skara, and great friends of the mayor, who was great friends himself with our parents. Me and Hamth were the last Dwarves from Skara, and many respected that, remembering how strong and powerful we were, but noone realised my true potential...
Another Year Later.....
Hamth was dead. The New Mayor of what was now founded Ascenion_Heights had him assasinated, he put spies in most of the towns in altera. I was sure he was aiming for me next...the last dwarf...the last warrior.
It was that day in Warstrom Arena, I went to rememeber the great times I used to have with my parents and friends, when I got called up to fight. I'd only ever practised before with my Dad, but now it was real, I was actually fighting. My opponent was the current record holder-with a score of 18 wins to 0 losses. I had no chance....
Skara_Braeian Dwarf-last alive...
Beat warstrom Record Holder...
At Epic Fight...
I Don't know how I did it...
The commentators there, I think Arkkaine was one of them...I'm not sure.....but they mentioned my skill and speed compared to my competetor's. Back then we were allowed weapons and armor, and I can recall it was a long battle, my competetor sure did deserve his title. It was pure luck that I won, most of the fights my opponent had one had taken seconds, but we had been fighting for at least two hours.
"Your Good SharpPick, just like a Ninja..." That's where my name came from....He said I was too fast to get a hit at, and too short-a great Dwarven advantage i tell ye.
Now I be livin' at the Grand Fortress of Karuk-Thol, leading the army as General, it be a good life. I often 'av a beer with the King when he's not busy, and it's good to be getting along with others of my race. I still grief for my family and the people of Ascenion, but I know that cannot be changed.
