Post by bgkoh on Mar 29, 2011 6:46:51 GMT 8
Not much is known of this old dwarven battlemind, save he carries a a big hammer and is slow of words. But beneath this quiet demeanor, lies a mind ever so deadly.
Many have tried to trace Pavvo's heritage; some say he descended from the gold dwarves of the East Rift, with his dark brown skin and green eyes prevalent to that culture, although none there can confirm his origin.
His ancient warhammer never leave Pavvo's side, with engraved runes that seem to shimmer differently every time you look at it. Many have heard Pavvo whisper the name Glory in battle, like the weapon was a living thing.
If Glory was his right arm, then the massive heavy shield Honour was his left. These 2 items look worn of age but gleam ever bright in battle.
A wanderer, a Pavvo seeks only to test his skill against the mightiest and most dangerous opponents.
Many have tried to trace Pavvo's heritage; some say he descended from the gold dwarves of the East Rift, with his dark brown skin and green eyes prevalent to that culture, although none there can confirm his origin.
His ancient warhammer never leave Pavvo's side, with engraved runes that seem to shimmer differently every time you look at it. Many have heard Pavvo whisper the name Glory in battle, like the weapon was a living thing.
If Glory was his right arm, then the massive heavy shield Honour was his left. These 2 items look worn of age but gleam ever bright in battle.
A wanderer, a Pavvo seeks only to test his skill against the mightiest and most dangerous opponents.
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