Rhadyn

Rhadyn GryphonHyt
Status	Active
Race	Dwarf
Gender	Male
Guild	Barbarian
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Katjia

I am Stomper Rhadyn GryphonHyt, Kanskeg of M'Riss
I was born on the 10th day of the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Emerald Dolphin, 320 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer

Katjia and I affirmed our vows before the gods in the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 413. She wears my family heirloom, an antique Dwarven silver ring encrusted with brilliant diamonds and set with a magnificent shimmering sapphire, as her wedding ring.

As a Dwarf I follow the teachings of Kertigen and as a Barbarian follow in the path of Kuniyo.

I am an avid collector of rare Dwarven items. Some of my prized possessions include many weapons such as my Dwarven warsword, armor like my Dwarven plate armor, clothing such as my Dwarven battle cloak, and containers like my Dwarven utility belt. My vault overflows with old and rare items horded for my own amusement.

Appearance

I have mismatched eyes, one silver and the other gold
My grey hair is long and thick, and is worn untamed
I have copper skin
I have a glossy mustache that glides over my upper lip before twining into a lush, belly-sweeping beard. The beard is tamed into several braids banded with transparent icesteel rings, the central plait graced with a magnificent molten-core diamond
I have a tattoo of a lithe dragon guarding a large treasure trove of brightly colored gems on my back

I wear a polished chain helm topped with curved horns, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, thin silver spectacles, a star diopside eyebrow stud, a silver wire dragon earring that curves in a gentle arc, a dagger ear-stud, a fierce chakrel wolverine amulet hung from a strip of braided leather, a gold brawling medal, a witchclaw torque with basilisk teeth tips, a black hooded Dwarven battle cloak painted with the image of a white firebird, a brass pin, a small green ribbon embroidered with the Dwarven sigil for prosperity, a dingy brown battle-worn burlap tabard stained with sweat and blood, a slate grey harness, a forester's crossbow, a gleaming lemonwood recurve bow with snowbest fang tips, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a stone grey cotton tunic adorned with the image of a lone Dwarven miner, some aged leather combat armor with a faint seal over the breastplate, a hammered silver epaulet chased with the crest of the Barbarian's Guild, a leather armguard with small hooks fashioned from deer antler, some peccary tusk elbow blades, a diamond-shaped steel target shield quartered in brown and gold with a Dwarven hammer and a mountain fortress, a matte silver bracelet engraved with a Dwarven blacksmith, a curved skinning blade with an antler hilt, an engraved mistwood parry stick with reinforced leather straps, some gauntlets, an albredine crystal ring, a bloody steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a golden finger claw, a Dwarven utility belt, a wide dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather, a stout bronze warhorn embossed with a triumphant battle scene, a gold lockpick ring, a blued steel Dwarven hunting garniture inlaid with ivory plates, a lumpy bundle, a blue and red tartan kilt, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, a black leather warrior's quiver embossed with the image of a firebird, some bloodvine thorn knee spikes, some germish'din hide footwraps and some iron-shod black leather Dwarven stomping boots with iron-spiked toes.

Soliloquy

I started off life following in the footsteps of my father, a paladin from Forfedhdar. It took me all of one day to determine that finger waggling wasn't the life for me. As I travelled around the Crossing I happened upon a guild called Barbarians. I've never looked back, though I always look crosswise at Agonar. That guild leader is not to be trusted.

Because of my upbringing, I shunned leather armor and two-handed metal for the road less traveled -- heavy plate and shield. It weighed heavy upon me over the years as I fell behind those joining the guild after me but I was determined...and stupid. With my choices I decided to train all weapons equally. This has served me well for though I am able to join the roles of the renowned barbarians in the Crossing guild at a circle less than 100, I tap and rub the tome at my leisure to see how much I've moved up from the middle of the list. Be warned barbarians of lore, I will top the list sooner than you think, and you may chase, catch and surpass me at times, but my father built a drive in me that means I will never stop. One day I will top the list and you will be forced to return to your hunting grounds of old to catch up to me. But remember once I'm on top all your efforts will be in vain as I too will be honing my skills. I am "The Dwarb".