Duren Twelvehammers

this is very much a WIP

Brief:
A veteran of the second and third wars, Duren strives to mete out justice with a swift blade and the guidance of the Light. Recently returned to Ironforge, one of a handful of survivors of his command in Kalimdor, he wrestles with notions of duty and honor while learning the path of the light.

Physical Description:
At 199, Duren is a dwarf well into old age. Bright blue eyes twinkle from crags in his age-worn face. Shining silver hair tumbles down to his shoulders, while he has recently taken to wearing his beard in a traditional two-braid fashion, down to his knees. Standing at 4'10", Duren is just shorter than average for a dwarf. An consumate imbiber of malted beverages, Duren is rarely seen without a stein in hand when not on the battlefield.

Youth:
Duren was brought up the son of a Jori Twelvehammers, brewmaster of the 12 Hammers brewery, and lived a happy childhood in Ironforge. Duren took to the axe at an early age, stalking rats in the brewery’s storeroom after his ma and pa had turned in for the night. It was there he was first bloodied when he caught a savage kobold stealing pony kegs by the light of a stubby candle. The altercation would have killed the lad, had his parents not been awoken by the shrieking kobold cursing the young dwarf and imploring “You no take candle!” They rushed in to find the grinning boy proudly holding up the gruesome creature’s head, it’s candle eternally snuffed. Duren was unaware how badly he was hurt, the battle fervor having set upon him even at the young age of six.

Adolescence:
Though his parents had hoped he would continue the family business, his fate was set (as with all children of stone,) and instead of the barrel, Duren took up the axe. Apprenticed in the brewery, Duren volunteered for the Ironforge Militia and soon was spending all his free tie in the military ward. The transition to Ironforge Guard was seemless for Duren and as a warrior he fought in many engagements. Always in good spirits, a twinkle in his eye, and a keg fermenting in the barracks, Duren was as dedicated a soldier as one could ask for.

Adulthood:
[young adult]

[the second and third wars]

[through the dark portal]

[the events of northrend]

[the cataclysm]

[an aging soldier stationed in Theramore]

After the events of Northrend, he was assigned a unit to reinforce theramore island and keep an eye on the horde’s progress in the region. While stationed on Theramore, Duren got to know one of the knights of the Silver Hand, Harrson Clee.

[the ambush, the destruction of Theramore]

On patrol near the Barrens, his unit was ambushed by a band of orcs laying in wait for the destruction of Theramore. They waged a mighty battle, of which few survived on either side. Duren lived, along with only a handful of shield brothers and sisters. He and his company were counted as lost to Garossh’s War Machine when the mana bomb was used to annihilate the town.

[a desperate gambit]

Duren, Jorund Feldspar, Eruwen Stormvine, Bjorn Ironguts, and Frikka Skyhammer were cut off behind enemy lines and forced to cross enemy territory and the continent of Kalimdor to Ashenvale, hoping to make the Night Elven Stronghold after the obvious destruction of the Alliance’s base of operations on Kalimdor.

[a weary return]

After making their way to the forests of the Ashenvale, the company returned to Stormwind, MIA veterans and were given a heroes welcome. The trials of their trek across enemy territory has taken a heavy toll on each of them, though Duren’s long tenure in the military has helped him throughout.

[a new day rising]

After returning, he spent time in the Cathedral of Light paying his respects to the Silver Hand and for Harrson Clee. Here he was overtaken with the light and through this religious experience has taken up the mantle of a paladin.