Stennar the Blacksmith

Stennar the Blacksmith

Mah name is Stennar, named for mah father a'fore meh, and his father a'fore him, an' so on. People call meh the Blacksmith 'cuz I have a knack fer fixin' stuff, though I ain't ne'er trained as a proper apprentice or nothin'. I guess the talent comes from mah Dwarven blood, aye?

Now, I know what'cher thinkin': 'Ain'tcha a bit tall fer a Dwarf?' I get that all the time. Some folk think I'm just a short, fat human with an o'ergrown beard, but nah, I'm a Dwarf through and through, just like mah mother and father, gods rest their souls.

I'm about five feet tall, give 'er take, and a bit pudgy round the middle, I admit. But that just means there's more o' me to love, right? An' underneath all that baby fat is a good bit o' muscle, too. Surely yeh know Dwarves are renowned for their strength, an' I'm no exception.

I take great pride in mah hair and beard. I think of 'em like extensions of the forge, the black and grey strands looking' like tendrils of soot and smoke curling around each other. I've got big ole peepers the color of emeralds, and some crow's feet and laugh lines on mah rugged (But still handsome!) face. I spend a lotta time outdoors so my skin is pretty tanned; I like ta think I have a 'rough around the edges' charm about me.

I wanna train to be a warrior; I feel like it's mah calling to take up an axe and defend the meek. But I also wanna learn the smithing trade because it seems tah come pretty naturally to me, and I enjoy it immensely. Plus, I feel like a warrior should be able ta take care of his own weapons, so it seems like a pretty logical choice to pursue both disciplines, eh?

I think that's all there is tah say about meh. I'm a jovial sort of fellow and I'd like ta start off mah grand journey by making some friends. I'm a bit slow ta trust but mah loyalty is undying once yeh have it. So now I'm settin' out ta make a name for mehself! Look out, world! 'Ere comes Stennar the Blacksmith!.