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Class: Fighter/Weapons Master
Race: Halfling-Strongheart
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Favored Weapon: Greatsword
Favorite Drink: Ale
Of noble birth (or so he likes to profess because his parents owned the local tavern, The Laughing Dragon....it had to sound fierce you know, whats more ferocious than a laughing dragon? What joke does he know that he's not telling you? Are you the joke? Is it a good joke and would you laugh at it too? The possibilities are endless...) Ivan knew he was destined for great things.
Exceptionally strong for a halfling (one of the reasons his parents always said he was a dwarf in a halflings body) Ivan never hesitated to jump in to the middle of a good bar fight. Many a human and elf regretted making fun of the Muddeynards, and it was here that Ivan acquired the nickname "knee slayer".
On the eve of his 18th birthday Ivan had a life changing event. A party dwarves stopped by the tavern on their way from someplace, heading to somewhere else. Being the first dwarves he'd ever seen in person Ivan was drawn to them (mainly to the hottie with the long hair and amply curved breastplate). Doing his best to listen to their tales of goblin and orc slaying, all the while keeping their mugs full Ivan struck up a converstation (it went something like this).
Ivan: Hi
Dwarf 1: Aye, what can I do for ye little man?
Ivan: Ummm...I couldn't help but overhear, and I swear I wasn't trying to spy or anything but you guys were talking really loud and it was great, I mean the stories are great...*deep breath* and I think it's really cool, your stories I mean..
Dwarf 2: Excuse me lad but do ye have a point? Me mug is runnin a bit shallow...
Ivan: Oh sorry about that! *runs and fills the mug* Your stories are great...I haven't seen much of the outside world, just tales you know, stuff I pick up here and there from conversations...not spying on people just like to listen...*deep breath* so how many orcs and goblins have you killed?
Hottie Dwarf: Oh lots hun, never enough to go around though. We run in to them all the...eyes up here lad, there thats better...as I was saying we run in to them all the time on our adventures.
Ivan: Ohhhh...are you guys hero's? Do bards sing your tales? Do you own a castle or have your own kingdom? How about dragons...ever fought them, or heard their jokes? *deep breath*
*Dwarven laughter ensues*
The conversation continued all through the night with Ivan dilligently filling mugs whenever they started to become too shallow. It was here that Ivan knew what he wanted to do with his life, he would become a "Professional Hero!". One day bards would sing his tales, he would have his own kingdom, and one day, some day, he would hear that damn dragon joke even if he had to beat it out of the dragon.
Promising his parents that he would write Ivan set out north, starting his quest to become a Professional Hero. Changing his name to Drago (because Ivan just didn't sound tough enough to be taken seriously as a hero) he found himself at the gates of Sundren. It was here that Drago (formerly Ivan) encountered two other future hero's, Parn and Loki. Since they seemed to know what they were doing Drago decided the best way to become a well known and respected hero (and to get his own kingdom) was to join the Midget Medic Corps (MMC).
And so begins the adventures of Drago Muddeynard.....
Race: Halfling-Strongheart
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Favored Weapon: Greatsword
Favorite Drink: Ale
Of noble birth (or so he likes to profess because his parents owned the local tavern, The Laughing Dragon....it had to sound fierce you know, whats more ferocious than a laughing dragon? What joke does he know that he's not telling you? Are you the joke? Is it a good joke and would you laugh at it too? The possibilities are endless...) Ivan knew he was destined for great things.
Exceptionally strong for a halfling (one of the reasons his parents always said he was a dwarf in a halflings body) Ivan never hesitated to jump in to the middle of a good bar fight. Many a human and elf regretted making fun of the Muddeynards, and it was here that Ivan acquired the nickname "knee slayer".
On the eve of his 18th birthday Ivan had a life changing event. A party dwarves stopped by the tavern on their way from someplace, heading to somewhere else. Being the first dwarves he'd ever seen in person Ivan was drawn to them (mainly to the hottie with the long hair and amply curved breastplate). Doing his best to listen to their tales of goblin and orc slaying, all the while keeping their mugs full Ivan struck up a converstation (it went something like this).
Ivan: Hi
Dwarf 1: Aye, what can I do for ye little man?
Ivan: Ummm...I couldn't help but overhear, and I swear I wasn't trying to spy or anything but you guys were talking really loud and it was great, I mean the stories are great...*deep breath* and I think it's really cool, your stories I mean..
Dwarf 2: Excuse me lad but do ye have a point? Me mug is runnin a bit shallow...
Ivan: Oh sorry about that! *runs and fills the mug* Your stories are great...I haven't seen much of the outside world, just tales you know, stuff I pick up here and there from conversations...not spying on people just like to listen...*deep breath* so how many orcs and goblins have you killed?
Hottie Dwarf: Oh lots hun, never enough to go around though. We run in to them all the...eyes up here lad, there thats better...as I was saying we run in to them all the time on our adventures.
Ivan: Ohhhh...are you guys hero's? Do bards sing your tales? Do you own a castle or have your own kingdom? How about dragons...ever fought them, or heard their jokes? *deep breath*
*Dwarven laughter ensues*
The conversation continued all through the night with Ivan dilligently filling mugs whenever they started to become too shallow. It was here that Ivan knew what he wanted to do with his life, he would become a "Professional Hero!". One day bards would sing his tales, he would have his own kingdom, and one day, some day, he would hear that damn dragon joke even if he had to beat it out of the dragon.
Promising his parents that he would write Ivan set out north, starting his quest to become a Professional Hero. Changing his name to Drago (because Ivan just didn't sound tough enough to be taken seriously as a hero) he found himself at the gates of Sundren. It was here that Drago (formerly Ivan) encountered two other future hero's, Parn and Loki. Since they seemed to know what they were doing Drago decided the best way to become a well known and respected hero (and to get his own kingdom) was to join the Midget Medic Corps (MMC).
And so begins the adventures of Drago Muddeynard.....
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