Durin Ironhelm
A veteran dwarven warrior and Battle Master whose clan has fought giants for generations in the deep mountain passes. Durin combines centuries of accumulated tactical knowledge with relentless personal determination to be the bane of giantkind.
Dwarf
Fighter (Battle Master)
Soldier
Lawful Good
Ability Scores
16
+3
12
+1
16
+3
13
+1
11
+0
8
-1
Skill Proficiencies
Character Details
The Ironhelm clan has maintained a fortress-monastery in the Crystalmist Mountains for over a thousand years, standing as a living barrier between the giant-held peaks and the civilized lowlands below. Every Ironhelm dwarf is trained from childhood in the ancient art of giant-slaying — learning to read a giant's stance, dodge the killing sweep of a club the size of a tree trunk, and strike at the tendons and joints where even the largest creatures are vulnerable. Durin is the current Giantbreaker, a ceremonial title bestowed upon the clan's most accomplished warrior. He earned it forty years ago by killing a frost giant jarl in single combat during a siege of the clan hold, driving his warhammer through the giant's knee and then scaling its falling body to deliver the killing blow. Since then, Durin has trained three generations of Ironhelm warriors and personally slain seventeen giants — each kill commemorated by a rune carved into his warhammer's haft. When intelligence reached the clan that the giant lords were forming an unprecedented alliance — hill, frost, and fire giants coordinating raids under a single banner — Durin recognized a threat beyond anything his clan could face alone. He descended to the lowlands for the first time in decades, seeking allies among the human and elven kingdoms. His tactical genius and encyclopedic knowledge of giant combat make him an invaluable ally, though his gruff demeanor and blunt honesty take some getting used to.
"I correct anyone who uses imprecise language about giants. Hill giants and frost giants fight completely differently, and confusing the two gets people killed."
"Preparedness. Victory against a superior foe comes from study, discipline, and knowing your enemy better than they know themselves."
"My warhammer bears seventeen runes, one for each giant I've slain. I intend to fill every inch of the haft before I die."
"I cannot abide cowardice or retreat. In my mind, falling back is the first step toward defeat, even when tactical withdrawal is the wisest option."
Appearance
Male
195
4'5"
190 lbs
Flint-gray, sharp and calculating
Weathered bronze, deeply lined
Iron-gray, worn in warrior braids with silver clasps denoting rank
A compact, heavily muscled dwarf who moves with the coiled readiness of a predator despite his age. His face is a topographic map of old battles — a flattened nose, a notched left ear, and a web of scars across his brow. He wears masterwork dwarven plate armor that has been repaired and reinforced so many times that it contains metal from a dozen different forges. His warhammer, Giantbane, is a squat, brutal weapon covered in tiny runes, each one a memorial to a fallen foe.