Role

Chapter 7

Eventful is a interesting term and a good descriptive word for the life that
Klibendon has been living for the past few decades.

In his thoughts, he's finally come into full realization of his strengths and
some of his weaknesses as an eternal student of War.

Small insights into his style of fighting have led him to rely on tact before
pure rage and he's taken up fist fighting to compliment it.

As always, regardless of his weapon choices, he spends limitless time honing
his skills to their peak, through real and arena combat.

There is a lingering feeling that he's being watched at times and split
seconds of sensations that his talents worked better than it should.

On several occasions he has been able to apply his craft effectively and in
doing so, he has become a truly formidable warrior.

Not all occasions are equally as good, however, and he has suffered a few
defeats throughout his years, a few in specific to his adult life.

Sometimes small inklings of frustration and anger arise from his battles,
although most of them are in relation to Orcish combat.

He's come to a conclusion that most of those monstrosities, long devolved
from the dark god's magical twistings, are enemies.

Their greatest talent, savaging their opponents faces with their teeth or
tusks, is his largest perceived disadvantage, one he can't defend against.

Through time and his work at the forge, he believes that he is capable of
forging himself to the point beyond worry of such things.

An echo in his mind reverberates the notion of them biting the immovable
anvil and then their teeth being smashed by the hammer.

His main goal yet remains the destruction of magi but the idea of setting the
example of pure gnomish strength remains as lofty as ever.