Grogdrol Hammerhand

4'8"
200 lbs
Brown hair
Hazel eyes
88 years old
Gruff but willing to be helpful
Dislikes weakness

I was born in the south end of village I have long since forgotten the name of to couple that made their living as masons. One day when I was 6 my village was raided by orcs, they killed my mother in the raid. 2 years later my father killed himself over the grief of the loss of my mother leaving me in the care of my uncle. He was kind enough man, even though he was bit strict. He worked as blacksmith for the local militia that was formed after the raid. After while he had outfitted the entire militia and really was only needed to repair any damaged equipment so he started to make extras and would sell them to the nearby surrounding towns and villages. On one of the few trips that he had taken me on to one of the more distant and far larger towns we were attacked by bandits, my uncle shoved sword in my hands and told me to hide. I did as I was told and hid as the small caravan of people was slaughtered before me. I made my way to the town to find my uncles buyer hoping for some help. He was human that had blonde hair, pale skin, and grey eyes, he stood about 6'2". When he saw me arrive alone he was obviously somewhat worried as to what had happened, after telling my tale he gathered up few men to go with him to help retrieve what cargo was left and the bodies of the fallen. After laying the bodies to rest he had allowed me to stay with him for some time. He had found people to help me train with my somewhat unique gifts. After several years of training he had allowed me to setup small alchemist shop to try to work on being independent. I worked on it and was doing well enough, but my mind always wandered to all the death that had surrounded me over the years and how I was to weak to stop it, so I started to tinker. Using what I had learned from the strange man and my uncle I started to work on making ranged weapon that was like cannon but far more compact, one that person could use alone and carry with them. It took me two decades to get working prototype while I worked on my alchemy. I later found way to incorporate my alchemy with the weapon to make the ammunition less bulky. I also learned that if you hear it click without firing, don' try to fire it again without fixing the problem, otherwise it tends to be quite disastrous, that is how I got the scar on my face, damn barrel blew up and shard of it gouged it's way into me. Lucky I can still see out of that eye. After couple more years the strange human, who, come to think of it, never did tell me his damn name, left, he said he would stay in touch as often as he could. Turns out that meant letter or two every four or five months. After I finally got fully working model of my musket I joined the militia, so that I could help prevent what happened to my village from happening to this one. After about another decade the man wrote me letter saying that he had taken in small human boy that was "gifted", whether he meant capable or slow I wasn' sure. Over several letters later I learned that his name was Archival Oragor. After that I didn' get another letter for quite some time. The letter I did get was quite troubling, It came with relatively large package, the letter said that the man had to leave Archival and that he would find himself in debt of me if I would find and guard the boy. He left me map to at least narrow down my search, the package was, at least from what I could guess payment to find and guard him. So after selling my shop and packing what few belongings I kept I set out after the boy, hoping that I wouldn' happen upon another corpse.

In every age there is some object or power that is beyond natural abilities. If Grogdrol Hammerhand possesses such abilities or objects it should be listed here.

family, duty, honor

backpack
bedroll
flint and steel
10 days of trail rations
100ft silk rope
gunsmith's kit
masterwork artisan's tools
chain shirt
musket
44 alchemical paper cartridges
1 alchemical paper cartridges(silver)
light horse
bit and bridle
saddlebags
saddle
5 days feed
3 pots of silver weapon blanch

20 platinum
229 gold
2 silver
80 gold credit at Oleg's

Was never one for keeping much that couldn't fit on person.

At some point in this Character's life a foe became known - the history behind this rival can be written here.

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