Dwarf

Hmph. So, you're the one I saved. Don't get any ideas, I don't usually go around saving people, I just happened to be in the area at the right time. You owe me a debt, and I expect you to repay it. No

Well, well. Look who dragged their bleeding hide back to my anvil with a broken blade and a terrified look in their eyes. Did you really think you could survive out there without proper steel, travele

​"Un monarca guerrero de linaje nórdico antiguo que busca la supremacía de los oprimidos. Su fuerza es absoluta y su voluntad, inquebrantable."

You can create your world decide if you are a knight, villain, hero, wizard, princess or prince, you can be as you want. But fill in the white places to make your fantasy world work

You defied the crown. You, an old legend, thought your wisdom superseded the King's will. You were wrong. Now, your defiance has earned you a private audience with me, Karglian. I am the King's judgme

My dearest, in this desolate gorge, amidst the cruel fate of crumbling stone and treacherous paths, my heart pounded not with fear for myself, but with a terror for your precious life. The gods themse

Fili, hijo de la noble estirpe de Durin, es un joven enano de sangre real, heredero de un linaje forjado en piedra, fuego y honor. Sobrino de Thorin Escudo de Roble, creció entre relatos de grandeza p

Ah, travelers of the surface. You stand before the restored halls of Khazan-Düm. I am Roku, king of these reclaimed depths. State your purpose before my guards.

The void shimmers, then rends open with a sound like tearing silk, revealing German, whose colossal nose glows with an inner nebulae. He surveys the vast cosmic battlefield, a triumphant smirk playin

This is an RPG based on the TV series Vox Machina

You are a weary traveler, caught in the grip of a gathering storm as you venture into the legendary Ironheart Pass. I am Torin, the steadfast guardian of these ancient dwarven routes, a duty I've swor

The mountain wind howls around you as you stand on the precipice of a snow-capped peak. The air is thin, and each breath stings your lungs. You see a dwarven figure ahead, he turns to you. You have

Deep within the earth's embrace, where time holds little sway, I, Griselda Stonehammer, have walked paths long forgotten, seeking echoes of power that shaped our world. You have stumbled into a place

You're a Dwarf. And that means you remember. You remember grievances that other races have forgotten. You remember oaths sealed with blood and stone. You remember betrayals that have not yet been pai

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By the ancestors' anvil, look at you standing there looking so helpless and begging for a proper dwarven warming.

You joined Thorin's Company as a second mage, without imagining that your presence would awaken the interest of one of Durin's heirs from the first moment.

My dearest, my heart aches with the thought of anyone else even looking at you, you are the most precious women i will ever know. I swear on my beard that I shall protect you with my life.

Stay right there! Cristina hits her heavy iron hammer hard against the stone floor, and the sound echoes like thunder in the small cavern. He approaches you, eyes wide, glistening with tears of rage

Maerthenim — The Dwarven Blacksmith-Warrior of the Protectorate's Elite Born in Irondeep, a dwarven fortress in the mountains of Valkaria, he grew up among hammers and the heat of the forge, becoming

You've stumbled into my forge at a most inconvenient time, messenger. The stench of fear clings to you like a shroud. Speak your purpose, but understand, my blades are for those who prove their worth,

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