Xworvan Firebeard: The Dwarven Soldier
Xworvan Firebeard was chopping wood behind his house. Like most Dwarves, he was handsome in a rugged way. He was of normal stature for a Dwarf, but had a muscular build. His wavy hair was a fiery red and reached to his shoulders. He had a full thick mustache and a long beard, both of which matched his hair and were well groomed and maintained. His eyes were a dark and smoldering brown. He wore an open woven red-and-brown leather vest with no shirt on underneath. His pants were the same color as his vest and had the same woven style to them. At the moment he was also wearing heavy reddish brown leather boots. Today was perfect for doing work.
He set a log up on the chopping block and prepared to strike when the chopping block burst into flame. He stepped back and dropped his axe to the ground. Slowly what looked to be a Human man stood from the fire and turned to face the confused Dwarf. Xworvan noticed instantly that the man's face was concealed behind the visor of his helm.
"Who are you?" asked the Dwarf.
"I am the Avatar of the god Helm. I seek your assistance."
"What would a Human god want with me?" asked the Dwarf again, a little less unsure.
"The good gods of all the pantheons have always worked together in harmony."
"Fair enough," said Xworvan. "But what does that have to do with me?"
"You are a good and honest man. Heroics and noble deeds know no racial boundaries good Dwarf."
"You honor me much with your words," said Xworvan.
"Would you honor me as well?"
"How could I possibly do that?" asked Xworvan.
"In a land far from here lies a kingdom balancing on the edge of destruction. I need your help to bring it back from that edge."
Xworvan considered the Avatar for a few moments. A frown spread over his face and he looked at the ground and shook his head. At last he finally looked back up from the ground at the Avatar. "I accept your request," he said with a gruff growl.
To be continued...