Equipment
Possession record 1
Chainmail, shield, warhammer, javelins, journals, cultural notes, and ordinary travelling gear.
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Character story
A dwarven paladin-scholar who left the holds because preserved knowledge without new questions had become suffocating.
His study of cultures is a search for a form of strength that protects rather than merely inherits authority.
Voice & motivation
Calm, exact, genuinely interested in people. Bless is his default argument: make the group more capable.
Calm, exact, curious, and dissatisfied with certainty posing as tradition.
He sees dwarven endurance, human change, giant hierarchy, and orc responsibility as partial answers rather than caricatures.
Development
He left the halls because preservation without inquiry became suffocation; he seeks strength that protects rather than merely inherits authority.
Current written build is level 3. Later mechanical progression is not documented.
Narratively, he becomes the Pack’s planner and moral centre, then a wandering judge and listener with Runt beside him.
Relationships
Runt — post-campaign travelling companion and protector.
Durgan — another dwarf whose knowledge is practical rather than comparative.
The Pack — field study becoming belonging.
Stories & separate continuities
The Pack
Founding member; later a wandering judge and listener, with Runt beside him.
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Chapter I — Greybridge
Greybridge was not a town people planned to stay in. Caravans passed through on their way to richer cities, miners stopped for supplies before heading north into the hills, and hunters returned briefly before vanishing again into the forests. It was a crossroads settlement—practical, busy, and temporary. Which made the disappearances noticeable. Caravans began vanishing along the eastern road. Wagons arrived burned or abandoned. Some never arrived at all. The mayor posted a simple job: find the cause. Five strangers answered. Kastraer Deepmantle, a dwarven paladin and scholar of cultures beyond the mountain halls. Arum, a quiet forest survivor whose strange magic felt both natural and arcane. Fang, a silent wood-elf hunter who moved through forests like a shadow. Durgan, a miner who carried a massive pickaxe that had spent decades splitting stone. And Runt—a gentle ogre hiding his nature behind illusion and awkward attempts at appearing human. None of them came for glory. They came because the problem existed.
Chapter II — The Hunt Begins
The first ambush revealed the truth. Bandits did not attack like desperate thieves. These raiders worked in coordinated groups, with signals and fallback positions. Maps recovered from the dead showed supply routes. Caches hidden along the road held arrows, food, and spare weapons. Someone was organizing the chaos. The group tracked the trail north. A charcoal burner’s hut became their first real battle. Raiders guarded it heavily. Fang’s arrows struck first from the trees. Arum’s strange magic twisted the battlefield. Durgan’s pick struck the ground with thunder that shook enemies from their feet. Kastraer stood in the center of the fight, drawing attention like a shield of iron. Runt finished the rest. When the dust settled, the strangers realized something had changed. They were not five individuals solving the same problem. They had begun functioning as a unit.
Chapter III — The Pack
Months passed on the road. Supply depots were burned. Messenger routes were dismantled. Mercenary groups disappeared one by one. Patterns emerged. Arum eventually gave the group a name during a quiet night beside the fire. ‘The pack.’ No one argued. The word simply fit. Kastraer became the center of their formation. Fang scouted ahead unseen. Arum studied terrain, animals, and magic with unsettling precision. Durgan kept morale steady with rhythm and stubborn endurance. Runt carried burdens and protected camp. They hunted together. And the frontier slowly stabilized behind them.
Chapter IV — Children of the Pack
Near the end of one long winter journey, Arum disappeared into the forest. Fang shadowed the surrounding wilderness for days, ensuring nothing approached the place she chose. Months later she returned. Green dragon wings carried her down toward the camp. In her arms was a child. The pack did not celebrate. They simply adjusted. The boy grew up beside campfires, battlefields, and forest trails. They called him Cub, until the day he hunted alone and returned carrying a rabbit. ‘I am Wolf,’ he said quietly. Years later Arum vanished again and returned with a second child. Azalea. Where Wolf was silent shadow, Azalea was fire. She danced around campfires. Flames rose higher when she laughed.
Chapter V — The End of the Hunt
The conspiracy finally led beneath the mountains near the Hollow Crown. Ancient stone halls hid a forgotten forge whose power had been used to destabilize the region. The pack destroyed it. The mountain collapsed, sealing the threat forever. No songs were written. No kings offered reward. The pack simply walked away.
Epilogue — The Dragon Witches
The pack eventually scattered. Kastraer returned to wandering judgment across the frontier. Durgan went back underground where stone spoke louder than politics. Fang and Arum vanished into the deep forests. But the children continued traveling. Wolf became a quiet hunter known in distant lands. Azalea raised daughters whose magic carried the blood of dragons. Across the wilderness, travelers began telling strange stories—of witches with fire, frost, poison, or storm in their veins. And somewhere nearby, always unseen, stood a protector watching from the trees. Thus began the legend of the Dragon Witches, and the quiet family that started it all: the Pack.