[b]Name[/b]: Bronr Beornisson  
[b]Character Portrait[/b]: 
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[b]Race[/b]: Norse Dwarf
[b]Clan/Faction/Country[/b]: Kraka Dorden
[b]Class Descriptor[/b]: Dwarf Ranger
[b]Physical Description[/b]: Stern and tough like all good Dawi, Bronr's a testament to Dwarfish resolve and hardiness. He has a squat, muscled body (albeit slightly lean compared to some of his heftier kin), with a large nose for sniffing danger and keen eyes for piercing the horizon. His brown beard nearly reaches to his feet, and though he longs for the day to have it brush the ground and gain the title 'Longbeard,' he does fret over it tripping him up and he is quite glad it hasn't reached the point he needs to tuck it in his belt yet. He is heavily armored compared to most scouts, because of the impeccable ore and smithing of the Dwarf holds. He wears a leather jerkin over a gromril chainshirt, with wooden and iron pauldrons and greaves. A blue cloak covers and shrouds his form.  
[b]Weapons/Armor and Gear[/b]: 
Armor 
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[*]Gromril Chainshirt
[*]Steel Pauldrons/Greaves
[*]Steel helmet (dons if needed)
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Weapons 
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[*]Az-hafted Thrund (Long rifle with an Axe on the haft)
[*]Secondary Thrund
[*]Handgun 
[*]Handaxe
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Misc
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[*]Cloak
[*]Necklace (Wootroth Sigil of Grimnir)
[*]3 pounds of jerky
[*]Flask
[*]Flask 2 
[*]Flask 3
[*]Flask just in case he needs a fourth
[*]Torch
[*]Flask 5 in case flask 4 runs out. By Grungni he needs a sixth. 
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[b]Background[/b]: Bronr was born and raised in Kraka Dorden to Beorni Throrson and Gunhild Silverdottr. The oldest brother of three sons, he has a hard working, albiet normal upbringing until he reached the age of forty winters, joining the Dwarf militia and becoming a soldier to fight off Norscan raids. It was one fateful expedition when he and his party managed to run across a large Chaos invasion heading toward Kraka Drakk, but their group was discovered. Bronr was the only Dawi to survive, and trek the wilderness across the rugged mountains to warn Kraka Drakk of the impending attack. He found his calling within the wilderness, as well as the various undiscovered caves of the Norscan hills. 

He became a hold ranger, and began to patrol the wilderness between Kraka Ornsmotek, Kraka Dorden, and Kraka Drakk, sometimes making forays south into Kraka Ravnvake. He brought news, pelts, and a good axe when needed to wherever he traveled. He always had a story and a need for a flask refill. It was after half of a century that he and small group of Dawi went south to aid the manling's in Praag during a great siege. After they had flanked the chaos horde, he gained a glimpse of the World's Edge Mountains, and his heart soared. He decided he would ask for his oath ot Kraka Dorden to be fulfilled, so he might travel south and explore the lands of the Southern Dawi. 

The past twenty years he had made his home in Karaz-A-Karak, wandering to the other holds and gaining a reputation for being able to track anything above or below ground. It was only recently he heard of the retaking of Eight Peaks. He knew they would need his expertise.