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Admiralbenbo at 23:39, 16 September 2025

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	A doughty dwarf, of a lost clan. Loved drinking, fighting, and taking off his shirt at inappropriate times.		A doughty dwarf, of a lost clan. Loved drinking, fighting, and taking off his shirt at inappropriate times.

	His boon was to become tough as an old oak, which he did during the final battle, shrugging off the axes and swords of the Army of Chaos. Unlike the rest, he wandered off shortly thereafter and took root on the banks of a river; to this day, it's said that if you sit under a particular oak, you can hear him whispering dirty words in your ear. Especially if you're a pretty girl.		One of the [[Refuge Seekers]].

			His boon was to become tough as an old oak, which he did during the final battle of the [[Cataclysm War]], shrugging off the axes and swords of the Army of Chaos. Unlike the rest, he wandered off shortly thereafter and took root on the banks of a river; to this day, it's said that if you sit under a particular oak, you can hear him whispering dirty words in your ear. Especially if you're a pretty girl.

	[[Category: Adventurers]]		[[Category: Adventurers]]
	[[Category:Refuge Seekers]]		[[Category:Refuge Seekers]]

Admiralbenbo at 22:54, 17 October 2021

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A doughty dwarf, of a lost clan. Loved drinking, fighting, and taking off his shirt at inappropriate times.

His boon was to become tough as an old oak, which he did during the final battle, shrugging off the axes and swords of the Army of Chaos. Unlike the rest, he wandered off shortly thereafter and took root on the banks of a river; to this day, it's said that if you sit under a particular oak, you can hear him whispering dirty words in your ear. Especially if you're a pretty girl.

[[Category: Adventurers]]
[[Category: Refugee Seekers]]