Halvor Halvorsen

Dwarf Fighter

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“Halt! It is the time of the Hammer!”

Dwarven Fighter for the campaign The Tales of Gravidy’s Crossing

Halvor (Hal) Halvorsen, son of Halvor and Marit hails from a small mining settlement in the northern mountains. As a youngster, he showed a talent for carving intricate patterns into the discarded rock from the mine. Against the wishes of Marit, Halvor the Senior sent his only son on the perilous 3-day journey down the mountain to learn from the sculptor known only as Eitri, in Gravidys Crossing. Moradin encourages His followers to leave a legacy in this world, and Halvor the Senior spotted in his son the potential to have the Halvor clan remembered for it?s sculptor son.

Among Dwarves, to have no surname, is to have no known ancestors, origin, or position – nameless dwarves have often been stripped of their name for some highly dishonourable act. However, due to the renowned skill of Eitri, some wondered if he was sent from the Gods – possibly the son of Moradin Himself – the mystery of his namelessness fuelled this rumour. Other rumours suggest that the old statue in the square was a statue was one of Moradin himself, but was taken down by Eitri lest anybody spot the likeness between them. Eitri himself seems to quite enjoy the rumours surrounding him, and does not see any reason to contradict them. Eitri takes a mere ten students every ten years, and selected only the best as his apprentices – each decade, hundreds of hopeful dwarves made the long journey to Gravidys crossing to apply to become an apprentice, and hundreds made the long, sad journey back home again.

As Hal travelled to Gravidys Crossing, he met two dwarves from a mine across the valley from his home town. Baldr and Durthen were brothers, but of the two, only Baldr was selected to learn from Eitri. Baldr and Halr became firm friends. Baldr’s skill with the chisel was matched only by his skill with the war hammer – he had employed his skill with the rock in crafting his own weapon, much to the bemusement of the other apprentices, who taunted him for crafting a hammer from rock – “it’ll smash the first time you heft it!” they laughed. However, Baldrs hammer didn’t even crack – it seemed to effortlessly crush whatever it made contact with, never sustaining any damage itself.

One sunny day, some weeks ago, Hal and Baldr went to the quarry at the edge of the woods to collect some rock to practice on. Hal doesn’t recall what happened in the quarry. He awoke in darkness at the bottom of the quarry. Climbing up, he found his friends hammer, smashed into pieces among the blood-spattered rock. Of Baldr, there was no sign.

Since that day, Halvor has mostly spent his time in solitude, repairing his friends hammer – he hopes one day to use it on whatever attacked them, and to avenge his friend’s death, but before he can do that, he need to learn what happened. Shunned by the other apprentices, who blame Hal for Baldrs presumed death, one in particular, Torrig, has gone out of his way to antagonise Hal – accusing him of the murder of Baldr. Eitri, the sculptor has proved to be a good ally in this time of sadness and accusation. Eitri has helped Hal with the more difficult aspects of repairing Baldrs hammer, and has even contributed his own secret skills to the task. He has assigned no blame to Hal for the quarry incident, but Hal feels that Eitri knows something that he will not tell.


The more I think about the hammer, the more strange it seems. I think the puzzle could work though. Perhaps my character is trying to recreate the puzzle with the sculptors help from a series of hastily scribbled sketches found in Baldrs room – they are such odd sketches that we’re not even sure which way up the pieces go – its like nothing we’ve seen before. Since finding a small back of carved pebbles at the edge of the stream, Baldr had become obsessed with them – always fiddling with these pieces, designing and carving new ones, altering the existing ones and putting them together in different combinations. If anybody tried to look at them, Baldr quickly hid them away and glared. On the night of his disappearance we’d been drinking at the pub, and had got back late. When Baldr woke Halvor in the small hours, saying that he knew what it all meant now, and that he knew where ‘it’ was, Hal assumed his friend was still drunk and just ignored him. The next morning, some of Baldrs clothing and his favourite battleaxe was missing, as were the stone pieces. The axe was later found near the edge of the woods, but no other sign of Baldr was evident. Many of the younger dwarves fear the worst. Hal is tormented by the thought that he could have stopped his friend from leaving, and the other dwarves seem to agree with this. Solving the riddle of the stones, and finding his lost friend consume Halvor’s every waking moment.

Halvor Halvorsen

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