"Darn, where's ma pipe?" (Raibeart Mac an Tàilleir, last of the Drabembur)
Raibeart lived with his dwarven folk for many years, prospering somewhere in the Northern highlands and living off the trade of iron and copper. His kind excelled in the hunting of giants and was one of the only peoples in the known territories to still hone such skills.
One day, however, the tribe was raided by white orcs, and bloodshed followed. The dwarves resisted and survived, but only a few months later another attack overwhelmed them, this time with an alliance of giants and orcs.
The Drabembur were obliterated, and Raibeart barely escaped. His land, his folks, his life: embedded in the crimson colors of death.
What Raibeart saw of his people has followed him ever since in the shape of vengeance. Though honored in his own way, the highland dwarf is quick to resort to violent solutions to the simplest of problems. He found in the road the medicine to his maladies and discovered in the hunting of orcs and giants alike the cure to the poison of his vendetta.
His kin is gone, but he remembers all.
And most of all, he remembers them.
Appearances: Book I: Unhinged, Chapter One.
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