Appearance

Garig Daggerforge stands out on any battlefield. At 5’6” he towers over most dwarves, and at 200 pounds he is built like the soldier he was: thick through the chest and shoulders, solid rather than lean, with the kind of muscle that comes from holding a shield wall, swinging a war pick, and hauling gear for miles on the march. His hair is shaved on both sides of his head and he has dwarven symbols from Nepurna tattood on the side of his head. The hair on top and back is medium length and is pushed back. His once bushy beard has been trimmed and cleaned up to more match the style and weather of many seen in Bazagon.

That face carries no scars, but it is weathered. He is 32, yet most people guess low 40s at first glance due to some weathering from hard days sieging walls. The scars are under the armor. His chest and arms are riddled with puncture wounds and old slices from years spent fighting other men's wars in the harsh terrain of Nepurna's norther reaches.

He wears polished silver armor over black combat clothes, and the Raven Guard's cloak hangs across his shoulders: dark leather layered so it looks like a mantle of black feathers. He fights with an infernal warhammer. His shield doesn't bear his own crest. It shows a dragon flying over a winding river, the sigil of his fallen friend Jormun Dragonriver.

He is not a graceful man. He moves like a battering ram, heavy-footed and loud in his plate, and you will always hear him coming.

Personality

On the surface, Garig is the easiest man in the room to like. He is loud, warm, sarcastic, and quick with a joke, happiest with good ale and good friends around a fire. He fills a room without trying, and people tend to follow him before they have decided to. He can charm a stranger, stare down a thug, or lie with a straight face, and he does all three with the same grin.

He is no scholar. He never had much schooling, books bore him, and he will cheerfully admit that the finer points of history and magic go straight over his head. He carries a dragonchess set everywhere and loves the game far more than his win record justifies. What he understands is people. He knows who wants what, who owes whom, and who can be bought with a drink, a favor, or a well-timed word. He would rather take a hit than dodge one, and he would rather win a man over than outthink him.