Wismerhill Ironaxe, son of Grandhill, deposed heir of the Brown Hills Clan. He is pretty young for a Dwarf fighter, 50 years old, and 4 feet tall with brown hairs. Wismerhill bears with pride a thick brown beard with plaits decorated at their ends with small talismans showing protecting dwarven runes. He eyes are violet, like two amethysts, a familial characteristic of the royal family of the Clan of the Brown Hills.

Couple of years ago, Wismerhill was still standing at the right of his father throne, learning the ancestral dwarven art of fighting with a war axe and observing his father ruling with wisdom the undermountain kingdom and conducting it of the path of prosperity. Famous for the quality of their crafted weapons, sculptures, gemstone and jewelry offered for trade, Granhill and his people lived in peace for ages.  Until the orcs, attracted by their wealth, started to attack their trading posts and market caravans, too cowards to attack the gates of the Grandhill's Fortress, Cavalor. The orcs, by trickery, lured the dwarf army outside the protection of the walls of Cavalor. Their superiority in number allowed them to defeat the dwarven army leaded by their king. The defeat near, to protect the future of the clan, Grandhill gave to his son the order to escape the battlefield.

Now the orcs are ravaging the undermountain kingdom, keeping the rest of the royal family as servants. Grandhill's people, for the lucky surviving ones, are dispersed, wandering. Wismerhill vowed to honor the trust of his family by learning, training, battling, gaining experience, notoriety in order to gather under the colors of his father his people and free his kingdom and family.