Wandavyre Battlefate

Fighter Dwarf

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They call me Vy. I only get called Wandavyre Battlefate when they’re trying to piss me off. I can cook some. I had to growing up. I didn’t like it much but it’s what my mother did and her mother before her so there wasn’t much choice in the matter. We worked in the house of Darmordir. There were benefits to being in the royal house everyday, despite the work I had to do. When I wasn’t working I would play with one or all of my five brothers. They were all learning how to fight. Sometimes they would want to practice hitting things that moved, I guess the stationary dummies were too easy for them. They’d put me in whatever armor they could find, stick a pot on my head and say “Go Running Dummy! Die Vy Die!” That’s when I knew I didn’t want to die, or work in the kitchens. Man, would I make them chase me. Sometimes if I got lucky, one of them would trip in their huge practice armor and drop their axe. The axes were my favorite. That’s why I stole Mr. Shiny when I left. By then I felt like he was mine. I would practice with it while no one was looking. And hulling heavy pots around made me pretty strong.
I came into my inheritance, what little of it their was, when I was fifty. I knew I couldn’t stick around. I had saved some of my small wages and these shoulder plates one of my brothers fashioned out of an old pot. My favorite brother Nickleward knew I was going. He even told me that I shouldn’t. He said I smelled like good cooking and would be eaten by wolves before I could even get to my first adventure. What does he know? I had heard there was this group with the Prince and I thought maybe he’d let me join him as a favor to all that hard work my mother and brothers did. But he’s gone now.
Mr. Shiny died a while ago. He lived a good life. I can’t remember if Mr. Shiny got to meet Bashy and Smashy or not. The money in fighting is really good. Sometimes the people you need to fight will give you money for you not to bash them so hard. That never really works. They can never give me more than the person who hired me can. I take it anyway.
Lately, I’ve been looking for a group with something to do. The fighting for pay is over too fast and it takes too long to find more people to pay you to fight someone. I want to just fight all the time. That’s why I thought I’d join a group. The adventurers I’ve heard of are always getting themselves into fights. Plus then I wouldn’t really have to think about where I’m going. They could just tell me. The money might not be as good but I don’t really need that much of it now. As long as I’m fighting I’m happy.

Wandavyre Battlefate

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