Korkas Stonedelver
Name: Korkas StonedelverHeight: 4'
Weight: 153lbs
Age: 83
Hair: dark hair and a short braided beard
Eyes: brown
Complexion: dark
Birthplace/Nationality: Verbobonc
Birth Date: 9th Day of Planting
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Description:
With dark hair and a short braided beard, Korkas moves through life with the grim demeanor that is common to his kind. Though stocky, he ambles with an almost graceful gait, a subtle hint that the dwarf is more fleet-footed than he lets on. His attire is nonchalant, a simple hooded cloak over black leather armor. Upon his belt is a pair of matching bone handled axes. A short sword hangs at his side.
Notes:
Korkas was born in the slums of Verbobonc, his mother a dish washer at this
tavern known as the Gilded Wench, the only thing gilded there are the lies,
his father some ruffian who only paid attention long enough to get his mother
pregnant. He was put to work soon as they could, his was a big lad even among
dwarves so at first it was carrying anything that was heavy, barrels of ale,
new tables to replace the old ones, the like. It's here were he learned to
gamble, wasn't very good at it but he did it. He liked to fight too, few bar
fights later and he was told to get out. He grew up on the streets since then,
getting shelter with the Red Hands, learning his trades there. During the day
he worked the jewelers "shop" re-cutting some jewels that were "acquired" by
the Red Hands under tutelage of Xaltor, a gnome jeweler who worked for the Red
Hands but wasn't happy about it. In the evenings he worked the fighting pits
as security and occasionally thrown in there when he wasn't doing what he was
told. Red Hands always had side jobs as well, the usual breaking and entering
or roughing up someone who owed a debt. His last job in Verbobnc, some noble's
son had gambled a large sum of money away and failed to pay up, well he was
sent to collect. Followed the noble back to the inn he was staying at and
tried to break in, got in okay, kid couldn't take a hit though. Down he went,
crumbling down the stairs. Korkas never liked hurting people much, was good
at it, but always made sure to not go to far, he feared he may have gone to
far this time, running with a heavy conscious he returned to Jhareel to let
him know what happened and that the funds were not available. Jhareel was
angry but seemed to let Korkas go for the night. Heard the next day, the kid
would live but his high born father was paying good money to the guards for
finding who did it. Korkas knew it was time to disappear for a bit so he
headed for the hills. Jhareel told him of a place he could hide out in the
Kron hills, well Jhareel was just looking to get rid of Korkas, tying up
loose ends and all. Korkas made it out there, was doing okay for a day or
two when a band of orcs, likely tipped off by Jhareel, fell upon him and
captured him taking him to their encampment not to far away. He was to be
stew the next day, cooks debated on a live roast or kill me before hand.
Chieftain wanted the screams so live roast it was to be.
Fortune favors the bold, or in Korkas's case the lucky, Elkair and his
mercenary group came upon the encampment to stop these raiders and were
able to free Korkas. Korkas agreed to stay a time with him and served a
few years with Elkair learning even more. Korkas and Elkair recently
parted ways due to a difference of opinions.
Korkas looks up at the large gates to the free city, what would pass
for a smile for Korkas was on his face. See what kind of work he could
scrounge up here.