Glorving Alten Faroak

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Glorving Alten Faroak
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Age53
Born932 LD
Diedn/a
GenderMale
ResidenceNone
HomeNone
NicknameNone
DietySploron
RaceDwarf
 
Meta Data:
ClassFighter(3)/Ranger(1)
AlignmentNeutral Good
Level4
PlayerKeith
CampaignCradle of Souls

Summary

Glorving is the last surviving member of the Norvnoe House, a small dwarven settlement situated near the western end of the border between Tashminé and the Naltronian Empire. He is a skilled smith and competent warrior, and thus is never seen very far from either of his hammers. The smaller of which is his main smithing hammer, but it is usually stored in a sheath on Glorving’s shield, serving as a back-up weapon should Glorving find himself without the use of his much larger war hammer.

More remarkable than his offensive equipment is the armor and shield Glorving entrusts to his protection. Both made of solid mithral, Glorving is extremely over-protective of them, hinting that they may hold some sentimental value. In particular, his shield is never beyond arm’s reach, even when Glorving is busy at the forge. He has been seen spending long hours at night staring at its back, his eyes roaming back and forth as if reading.

Glorving is gruff and displays a remarkable penchant for sarcasm in varying degrees of blatancy. His spare time is spent at the forge, where he creates a wide range of weapons and armor. He also possesses some skill in basic blacksmithing, and it was this trait which led him to join the Brend-Forman expedition in early 985 LD. While he has spent most of the voyage repairing and maintaining the society’s equipment, his shield and armor are never far away, and Glorving has remained vigilant for a need to use them.

Relations to other characters

Corwin Degalli - Glorving viewed Corwin as something of an over-dressed ass and an all-around reckless fool. Even strong enchantments did little to dull that, though they did give Glorving a grudging appreciation for Corwin's hair. Still, it was with a certain satisfaction that Glorving repeatedly plunged his war hammer through Corwin's head after the traitor made the mistake of trying to kill him. Frustrated at being unable to permanently kill Corwin's possessed body before it was stolen, Glorving summarily ground what few body parts remained behind into a bloody pulp. He looks forward to finishing the job with an eager anticipation.