Hair: Dark Brown Height: 4'7 Weight: 170ish Beard: Epic Deldin is a middle-aged dwarf that has stayed in Frontier Fort since he could remember. His father Durlond was a blacksmith of little renown. His mother Torana was a miner that kept the shop stocked with metals. Deldin has picked up the joy and skill to be a smithy. His name even means steel smith. While growing up his mother knew the world was a dangerous place and so taught him how to fight using a sword. Every day for years and years he was up with the sun, practicing the art. After that he would have a nice dwarven breakfast followed by a day of doing chores around his father's smithy or with his mother looking for ore. He learned patience, empathy, and one could say basic goodness. The nature to life was a delicate balance. Pure chaos means there's no logic or plan. However trading away personal freedoms for security is a bad thing as well. With the events that have been happening around the fort he has been trying to convince his parents to close up shop and move. Both of them refused and life carried on. Things changed one day when he was out with his mother gathering ore for the shop. On the way back from a rather lucrative mining excursion they were attacked by a handful of thieves. Mother and son fought them off to protect their livelihood. The battle was over very quickly with 2 robbers laying dead and the res running for the trees. Torana and Deldin looked each other over looking for any massive wounds. Seeing none they put their weapons away and turned to pick up their loads. One of the robbers was playing possum. When Mother and son turned away, he stood up and implanted his hatchet in the back of her head then ran away laughing evilly. In shock Deldin fell to his knees and cradled his mother's body. He was found in that position days later by the town guard who were asked to look for the two by Durlond. After that experience he never wanted to touch a sword again. It is a thing that can only be used to kill. Falling back on his blacksmith heritage, he spent months locked in his father's forge creating a hammer. It is a weapon that can hurt people yes, but can also be used to build and help others. The basic principles he learned from his sword experience worked well with the new hammer and he was oddly content. He has used this hammer in both his daily combat training and smith work. When the old man passed away Deldin was sad. There was nothing left in the town for him anymore. He closed up the shop, packed the few things he cherished, and hefting his old hammer he started out on his journey to setup shop in the town of Hlint. Tonight he has decided to rest in Center...