Legendary Heros of the Nidavellir Warclan:
Lord Ozardinn
Lord Ozardinn is one of the first to unit the Dwarfs. His age is beyond reckoning, but his skill in combat is unparalleled. He calls for no fan fair, nor jubilee, so long as there is a Hibernian or Albionian that is left standing.
Lady Hilgi
Lady Hilgi is to the utmost everything a dwarven healer could wish to be. Her great knowledge of the gods, her quick, sharp wit, and her amazing abilities to keep even the most bruised and bleeding dwarf on their feet for another battle. And her healing powers are not her limit. Lady Hilgi carries a deep rage within her. This rage unleashed has been known to destroy entire encampments of undesirables in Midgard.
Broast the Golden Footed
Never was there a skald with a better voice, faster feet, nor stronger liver! Broast would often act as a guide in the frontiers, getting people into and out of the fray at speeds that you couldnt reach running down the side of a mountain! Unfortunately, his want for good ale would sometimes make his guiding ability not so accurate. Although some of his drunken short cuts took a while longer to take, no one was ever lost except for a kobold once.
Ghashe Keghauler
One of the most Infamous dwarves in Midgard. Ghashe was a dwarf whose name would make the Albions shake in their armour and Hibernians turn a darker shade of green. A valiant warrior, he struck the deadly blow to the Glacier Giant, ridding the realms of another of our greatest enemies. 3 time winner of the Troll Tossing Championship, including his record setting toss from the steps of Gna Faste to the little kobold horse merchant in Galpen. Alas, Ghashe was slain when he attempted to take on the whole of the Albion armies when they took over Bledmere Faste attempting to seize one of his ale stores. Before he died, he had killed many of the invaders and soaked the ground in blood. Ever since, there has been a tradition of calling Bledmere Faste, Fort Bleedmore.
Smorri
As Ghashe was the scariest dwarf in all of Midgard, Smorri was the best looking. 7 time winner of the Best Smorri award, Smorris appearance, jovial attitude, and ability to drink where infectious! Often he would drink trolls and Norsemen under the table in post victory celebrations. Poor Smorri left Midgard long ago in search of his nephew. Flyntfynger Fyrebeard, the young runemaster with a knack for missing his targets and lighting himself on fire went out on a war party to Emain Mache. Unfortunately, there was an accident and he was lost off the edge of a very high cliff. Smorri has been out searching for him ever since. So be not afraid if you hear the winds of Emain calling out the names of our lost dwarves, it is mearly Smorris spirit searching on.
Master Crafter Kaldoc
Legendary in all his own accord, Kaldoc is known as the master crafter of the war clan. There is not a single item that he does not have the ability to make. Somewhat Quiet, Kaldoc is all about getting the work done as he toils endlessly over the forges, leaving only when the call to battle sounds. His armour has saved many a dwarf and his abilities at healing are top notch.
Snorind, The Crazy
Never in your life have you seen a Dwarf with such a rage, such a hate, such a need to kill that they would put them through so much physical harm on a daily bases. His training is legendary. He is truly the best at hurting dwarves, himself, much to the regret of his companion Ciinem. Once someone tosses in a bottle of ale and a bowl of Armodig's stew there is no stoppin Snoring.
Mystraon, The Sneaky
As long as this lass is patrolling the lands there is no need for fear of the younguns of Midgard that hunt outside our walls. Out of no where her arrows fly into the chests and necks of many an elf, and if somehow they survived these shots her best friend would help take care of the rest, her well trained dog of war. Mystraon is the silent type, but of course you have to be if you spend your days sneakin' don't ya! Always scouting and helping those in need Mystraon will help the Clan in a heartbeat if the call is made.
Ebenthorin Nayswards
What can we say of Eben but that without his endless days, weeks, and months spent slaving over the forge we would be entering the battle field with not but our fists. He is one of the backbones of the Warclan, his willingness to help those in need of a good shieldmonger, or even ones who are too poor to afford a weapon, will always be remembered. His name is often called out by many of his friends looking for him, and every once and a while he awakes from his drunken sleep to see what he can do to help the clan.
Vandig The Lightning Caller
Not a young man to say the least, his years are not hidden for he is proud to be one of the oldest members of the Clan (this is most evident by his missing eye). Back in the days of old he electrified anything and anyone who got in his way, and not many did after seeing what he could do with a few simple finger wiggles and words. As of now Vandig is taking up residence in the back of Broasts bar, maybe when the mead runs out, IF it can, he will be back at our sides.