Ryrnak

Age: 27

Alliance: Neutral

Appearance
Black hair, pale skin. About 6" tall.)

Personality
Coolheaded and rarely shows emotions. An optimist, Prefers nice and calm over the wars that exists over the land. Rarely talks.

Backstory
Ryrnak grew up with noone but his father. His father worked hard to keep the fire going and keep them safe from the horrors of the night. When Ryrnak came of age (19) he had already learned the basics of surviving. How to use an axe, pickaxe, hammer and last but not least the sword. He spent most of his time outdoors, collecting mushrooms and exploring an old abandoned mine he had been in atleast thirty times. His father grew old and soon Ryrnak took care of all the work. By the age of 24 Ryrnak's father died. Ryrnak assumed he had died sleeping, maybe all the dust catched up to him.

He spent two years at that house, carefully mending the brittle walls and sharpening his tools, improving the house daily. One day, while he was replacing some old windows he felt pain in his neck, and as he turned around a short fat goblin stood there with a massive grin, showing off his yellow teeth.

Ryrnak felt dizzy, and he saw that the goblin had a blowpipe in his hand. Ryrnak tried to stand steady, but fell to his knees. He took the small bronze hammer he had used for removing the glass, and as he fell to the ground, he tossed the hammer towards the goblin. He woke up the next day, with a headache and a dead goblin on the ground infront of him. He left that very day.