Dorvin Gravelhammer

Dorvin Gravelhammer
Dwarven Fighter

Dig, dig, dig. Pick, pick, pick. Mine, mine, mine. Drink, drink,
drink.

Such was Dorvin Gravelhammers life in the clan. Each day spent working
the mines and each night spent drinking and singing with friends until
sleep came. While he enjoyed the company of his friends, life working
in the mine was just so boring. Sullen, he assumed life would always
be this way.

And then it happened…

On the way to the mine one morning (and suffering from a wicked
hangover), Dorvin was accosted by a group of evil goblins looking for
a quick score. Unfortunately for them, high pitched goblin squealing
is not what a hungover dwarf wants to hear. With hammer a swingin’ and
blood a sprayin’, Dorvin found his calling. What he was good at. What
he loved.

When the other miners found Dorvin’s handiwork, they informed the rest
of the clan about his ability and skills. He was just as amazing with
the hammer as he was with the pint! With this new found knowledge, the
clan sent him off, replacing hammer and chisel, with great axe and
ale.

“Make us proud Dorvin!”
“Bring glory to the clan!”
“Hey! Who took all my beer?”

Dorvin is stout red-headed dwarf with a quick wit and love of company.
Although usually a bit tipsy, he somehow manages to keep it all
together in a scrap. When nervous, Dorvin will sometimes sing Dwarven
drinking songs to himself. He carries a giant great axe he calls
“Betty” and usually has multiple flasks of ale on his person.