Appearance

Physical Description

Thorek is a dwarven anomaly—built like a statue carved from storm-forged granite. Broad-shouldered, iron-backed, and every inch of him looks like it was designed to smash through castle doors… or possibly be one.

Body Features

Long limbs by dwarven standards, but thick with corded muscle. His skin is a deep bronze hue, marked by old scrapes and storm-kissed burns. When he moves, it’s like watching tectonic plates shift—slow, deliberate, and hard to stop.

Facial Features

A rugged, rectangular face with high cheekbones and a wide, flat nose (that’s clearly taken a mace or two). His obsidian eyes are narrow and intense, often scanning for the next bad decision to hit. His beard is long, thick, and immaculately braided—equal parts battle standard and fashion statement.

Identifying Characteristics

Wears a storm-blackened beard ring with Kord’s rune etched in cracked silver. His height alone makes him infamous—most dwarves assume he’s the result of divine tampering, and he’s never corrected them. His armor bears battle scars and lightning damage he refuses to polish out.

Physical quirks

Rolls his shoulders before combat like he’s warming up to move a mountain. Has a habit of cracking his neck mid-prayer. Sometimes stares at the sky like it owes him a rematch.

Apparel & Accessories

Wears customized plate-and-chain armor reinforced for his longer limbs, with storm motifs etched along the edges.

Posesses the Coin of Tempestus Mortem, heavy bronze coin bearing the grim visage of a melting skull, a winged hourglass, and the words Tempus Fugit—"Time Flies." When held aloft, storm clouds seem to briefly gather in his eyes.

Specialized Equipment

A master of frontline chaos—trained to take hits, hold lines, and break sieges. Skilled in brewing, intimidation, and the fine art of not dying when things explode.

Special abilities

Can probably sniff out ale within 60 feet. Doesn’t work if sober.

Reads omens in beer foam. Kord hasn’t stopped him, so it must be fine.

Immune to hangovers, probably. Definitely resistant to responsibility.

Mentality

Personal history

Raised in Stonegrasp Hold, where fists solved more problems than books ever could. Left home after "accidentally" blessing a keg with divine lightning. Been wandering ever since, looking for glory, good ale, and stronger furniture.

Education

Formal: Barely. Learned enough to read tavern signs, weapon manuals, and the word "SMITE."

Practical: Trained in battlefield tactics, divine rites, and how to intimidate someone with a mug.

Employment

Former infantry commander in the Stonegrasp Shield Guard.

Current freelance paladin, tavern enforcer, goblin deterrent, and occasional divine consultant.

Has never once filled out a tax form.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Survived being struck by lightning—twice.

Cleared out a haunted brewery using only a warhammer and bad language.

Once held a tavern together through sheer willpower (and his back) until the rain stopped.

Failures & Embarrassments

Mistook a wizard’s hat for a chamber pot once. Still not forgiven.

Lost an arm-wrestling match to a halfling grandma with divine rage.

Tried giving a rousing war speech—accidentally set the podium on fire.

Mental Trauma

Flinches at the phrase "divine destiny"—bad hangover memories.

Has nightmares about chairs collapsing under him in public.

Deep, irrational fear of fancy cutlery.

Intellectual Characteristics

Practical and tactical, but not bookish.

Thinks out loud, often while swinging a weapon.

Surprisingly philosophical when drunk—or smiting.

Morality & Philosophy

Chaotic Good. Punch evil in the face, worry about paperwork later.

Believes justice is best served loud and personal.

Respects strength, loyalty, and taverns that don’t water their ale.

person.sexuality

Pansexual, preference for biceps and backbone. Has fallen for warriors, clerics, and one very convincing barmaid who could outdrink him.

person.gender_identity

Cisgender male. But has been mistaken for a statue, a small golem, and once, very briefly, a short orc.

Taboos

Never wastes good ale.

Refuses to bless a weapon that hasn’t drawn blood.

Will not fight barefoot—“My toes are sacred, lad.”

Known Languages

Common

Dwarvish

Bits of Giant, mostly insults

Can fake Elvish just well enough to offend real elves.

Personality

Motivation

To prove that divine purpose and bar fights aren’t mutually exclusive. Thorek seeks strength, glory, and maybe a tavern that serves something strong enough to outmatch him.

Quotes & Catchphrases

If Kord wanted me subtle, he’d have hit me quieter

Healing? Nah, I’ll walk it off

One swing, two problems solved

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Savvies:

• Excellent at frontline tactics
  


• Intimidation through sheer presence
  


• Can judge ale quality by scent
  


• Surprisingly good at comforting scared villagers (mostly by standing in front of them)
  

Ineptitudes:

• Subtlety
  


• Diplomacy that doesn’t involve glaring
  


• Reading anything longer than a tavern sign
  


• Remembering names, unless they’re enemies
  

Likes & Dislikes

Likes:

• Storms (especially when drinking during them)
  


• Loud inns with sturdy tables
  


• Weapons that make a satisfying crunch
  


• People who fight with heart
  

Dislikes:

• Bureaucrats
  


• Elves who speak in riddles
  


• Holy texts without pictures
  


• Enemies who don’t get up for round two
  

Virtues & Personality perks

Loyal to a fault

Never runs from a fight

Protects the little folk (literally and figuratively)

Surprisingly honest, especially when lying would be easier

Vices & Personality flaws

Quick to challenge authority

Doesn’t know when to back down

Has unresolved anger at thunderclouds

Believes “restraint” is a bard word

Personality Quirks

Talks to his armor like it’s a drinking buddy

Mumbles Kord’s name before every swing

Refuses to sit with his back to a door—unless it’s to stare someone down

Stirs drinks with a dagger out of habit

Hygiene

Reasonably clean for a battle-scarred paladin. Keeps his beard pristine and his armor polished just enough to show he cares—unless he’s trying to intimidate, in which case he rolls in the dirt for effect.

Bathes… eventually.

Social

Birthplace

Stonegrasp Hold – a mountain fortress carved into the cliffside

Current Residence

Wherever the fight is

Contacts & Relations

Sister Dagna Bronzeboot – Devout cleric of Moradin, thinks Thorek’s faith in Kord is a “divine joke.”

Ser Rell of Greytop – An old rival turned drinking buddy turned sparring partner. Their duels are legendary.

The Iron Flagon Tavern – Has an unspoken “no bar tab for Thunderkeg” policy after he cleared out a troll infestation… through the front wall.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

“Stormbrow of Stonegrasp” (local nickname)

“Thunderkeg” (earned after surviving divine lightning… twice)

“The Loud Paladin” (not always affectionately)

Unofficial title: “Breaker of Benches, Smasher of Pews”

Wealth & Financial state

Just enough to buy another round

Family Ties

Estranged from a long, proud line of smiths who expected him to follow the forge, not the storm. Still respected in his clan—just... warily. His brother’s a miner, his sister’s a priest, and their group texts are tense.

Religious Views

Follows Kord, god of storms, strength, and battle.

Takes divine signs from thunder, lightning, and mugs foaming over at just the right moment. Kord doesn’t mind his unorthodox devotion—as long as Thorek keeps swinging.

Social Aptitude

Thorek is blunt, loud, and surprisingly charming if you like your charisma with a side of controlled chaos. He speaks plainly, acts boldly, and wins hearts with stubborn conviction and terrifying bear hugs.

Mannerisms

Cracks knuckles before talking strategy

Tilts his head before throwing a punch—like he’s listening to divine permission

Shrugs off compliments and chairs with equal ease

Makes long, meaningful eye contact with doors before kicking them open

Hobbies & Pets

Hobbies: Brewing, dice games, hammer tossing, and testing tavern furniture for durability.

Pets: None officially, but he swears a crow follows him and delivers “messages” from Kord. No one else has seen it.

Speech

Gruff, gravelly, and always a little too loud—like someone trained to talk over tavern brawls. His Common is direct and curse-laced; his Dwarvish is old, formal, and strangely poetic when he’s drunk or praying.