The Rise and Fall of Raehlen
Taller than most dwarves, with brown hair, ruddy skin, and blue eyes. He is covered in scars from his long career as a soldier. He is fond of telling stories from his war days, though it is up in the air how many of them are just made up. He is fond of good company and good drink, and will fight fiercely to protect both. Due to past events, Adrik does not accept defeat and will never give up a cause, even if it would be a much better idea to do so.
Adrik was the third of five children born into a family of brewers. He was taught his family’s trade by his mother, and instructed in metalworking by his father. When the Rift War broke out, Adrik joined the armies heading south as a blacksmith. One night, however, their camp was raided and Adrik was confronted in his own forge by one of the enemy soldiers. Adrik tried desperately to resist, but was badly wounded. For the first time in his life, he prayed to the gods for strength. He heard a horn calling deep within his soul and felt a divine power coursing through his body, healing his wounds. Eyes burning with holy light, he took up a greatsword from the forge and smote his foe. He took its black dagger as a reminder, and joined his brothers in turning back the assault. From that moment on, Adrik fought on the front lines of the war. He forged and consecrated a holy symbol and always wore it around his wrist. He became very skilled in wielding a multitude of weapons, collected many scars, and won more than a few dice off his unlucky comrades. It was toward the end of the war that the ambush happened. Adrik refuses to speak about that day, and regards it as his greatest failure. After then, he started wandering back north and eventually found his way to Raehlen.