Delpris

Dwarf / Paladin

Submitted character story

You're the kind of paladin who rode Old Yost's Cart and played the Quiet Strategist when someone else might have charged. What brought you back wasn't revenge but the weight of a name denied, a seat you'd earn through deed instead of blood. The hammer at your side holds a voice only you can hear, a reminder that every choice is witnessed by the one you couldn't save. They'll remember you as the dwarf who turned grief into something sharper than obligation, who made proving enough its own kind of devotion.

Defining moment: My home city of Rausturk was invaded. A mixed force of orcs, goblins, dark elves and crocken destroyed half the town and killed hundreds including my father, the head of the Stonehewer clan. I was denied his spot by the council until I had completed Three Deeds, actions worthy of story and song and earned my spot as a leader.

Came to prove something