Raseri stands proudly at a full five feet sporting thick corded muscles born from his time climbing and waging war among the North Eastern mountains. Long blonde hair cascades about him, as a short beard coupled with long braided moustache adorned with metal trinkets only add to the wild looking icy blue eyes that stare out from under dark brows. Totemic Tattoos grace his features as well as the rest of his body, what meanings they have known only to the proud Totemic Warrior Clans of the North Eastern Reaches.

While most Dwarven Warriors would adorn themselves with sheets of metal, Raseri wears simple leather trousers along with a long sleeveless coat made from a Dire bear’s hide, leaving him bare chested to further showcase his tattoos. Strapped to his waist is a pair of War-Picks along with a shield. While he doesn’t seem to fond of bulky heavy armor, or any armor, his shield seems well maintained, often times he can be seen using it as a make shift platter, or table when placed on a rock when not used to catch the blows from his enemies.

But these are things to be expected from what many others consider the wild barbarian dwarves of the North East Mountains, not that anyone would said that to one of the Totemic Warriors faces. The same people who laughed at the would be kings of whatever dwarf clan tried to claim their allegiance. No as wild and barbaric as they were, they served the Mitheral Throne itself, which was why they always sent a representative on every expedition.

Because the Totemic Warrior Dwarves of the North Easter Mountain Ridges stood guard against aggressors of Dammerhall their ancient oaths binding them to the Mithral Throne to stand against all enemies hailing from outside the mountains. As Dammerhall burned, they stood against the Hordes of Orcs who saw an opportunity, but the wild Nor-eastern Dwarves held true to their oaths and stood against the Horde pressing down against them. Fearlessly they waged war, until even the brutish Orcs could stand no more bloodshed and retreated.

But without Dammerhall behind them even though they had won for now, the Orcs would come again and they did, again and again. Other clans fell to the Orcs, some to dragons. But the Totemic Warriors of the North East held their ground and refused to sunder their oaths like so many had done before them by trying to claim Kingship. So the wild Northerners laughed in the face of adversity and stood their ground, even though their own clansman continued to dwindle with each new Orcish invasion, until a rough armistice was made, as more Orcs had the tendency to die than the hardy Dwarven warriors. The Orcs turned their ire, elsewhere for now.