Role

Chapter 2

Gumbldink Hammberbeard is a man who is almost completely dissatisfied
with his lot in life. Since before he was knee high to a sleeping
gnome, Gumbldink has strived to become the mightiest, grittiest
warrior in all of the land. Fate, however, has been unkind to his
dreams.

While he was out one day, swinging his axe around at trees and
other harmless objects, Gumbldink lost his balance and stumbled
over a cliff landing in a pile of still-fresh orc dung. Enraged,
Gumbldink turned his axe towards whatever he could find. Inept,
however, he failed to successfully carry out his vengeance. As
he was chasing squirrels and chipmunks, waving his axe about like
a madman, he came upon an older gentlmen who sat him down on a
nearby rock.

The man, frowning deeply at the young dwarf, inquired into Gumbldink's
rage. Years of frustration, resentment, and anger came pouring out
like a rock slide. At some level, Gumbldink knew he would never be a
a stout warrior and this pained him deeply. The man, a Moudrilar monk,
was deeply empathic and sensitive to the dwarf's plight. He sensed in
in the young dwarf a lot of potential and, even though Gumbldink would
never willingly accept the role, believed he would become a wonderful
understudy.

"Yous wantin' meh to believe what!?!" Gumbldink would often say. "That
soundin' like yous wantin' meh to wear a flowery dress and shave meh
beard! I'm nuh elf woman!" Gumbldink fought the monk's teachings every
step of the way, but the old man persevered and eventually taught the
young dwarf to harness his rage and focus his energies on the healing
arts. As it turns out, Gumbldink took to the healing arts like a fish
to water, but as the old saying goes...you can take the dwarf out of a
warrior, but you can't take the warrior out of a dwarf. He still has
the fiery temper of his kin and a desire to be involved, at least in
some way, in combat.