Sergeant Dolgrim Mroranon
A dwarf field medic who served with Breland's army during the Last War and now struggles with the aftermath. Dolgrim channeled his faith in the Sovereign Host into healing magic that saved hundreds of lives on the battlefield, but the horrors he witnessed left deep scars.
Dwarf
Cleric (Life Domain)
Soldier
Lawful Good
Ability Scores
14
+2
10
+0
16
+3
11
+0
15
+2
8
-1
Skill Proficiencies
Character Details
Dolgrim served as a combat medic in Breland's 5th Infantry Regiment for twenty-three years of the Last War. A devout follower of Boldrei and Olladra of the Sovereign Host, he channeled his faith into healing magic that pulled soldiers back from the brink of death on battlefields across Khorvaire. He earned the respect of every soldier who served under him, but the toll was immense — he remembers every face he could not save, every limb he could not mend, every prayer that went unanswered. When the Treaty of Thronehold ended the war, Dolgrim tried to return to civilian life in the Mror Holds, but found he could not sit idle while so many veterans suffered without care. He now runs a small healing practice in Sharn's lower wards, tending to the forgotten soldiers of a war that the wealthy and powerful would rather forget.
"I triage every situation I encounter, assessing who needs help most urgently. Old habits from the field hospitals die hard."
"Compassion. Every life has value, regardless of which nation's banner it fights under. I healed Brelish and Karrnathi soldiers alike."
"The soldiers of the 5th Infantry are my family. I write letters to the families of every man and woman I lost, keeping my failures close."
"I drink too much Mror whiskey to dull the memories. I tell myself I have it under control, but the flask is always close at hand."
Appearance
Male
178
4'5"
175 lbs
Dark brown, deeply lined
Ruddy, weathered
Iron gray, kept in traditional Mror braids
A stout, barrel-chested dwarf with a face like weathered granite and hands that are simultaneously rough from war and gentle from healing. His iron-gray beard is braided in the Mror tradition, threaded with small bronze beads marking his years of service. He wears practical chainmail under a heavy leather apron stained with old medicinal herbs, and a battered healer's kit hangs at his hip alongside a well-used warhammer.