Dorgath Ashgrip
Marked by fire, haunted by the past—Dorgath Ashgrip walks alone, seeking redemption before the embers consume him.
Name: Dorgath Ashgrip
Race: Dwarf
Class/Role: Cursed Wanderer
Age: 155
Appearance: Dorgath is broad and imposing, his body a scarred canvas of past battles and something far worse. His ruddy brown beard is streaked with ashen gray, and his deep-set ember-colored eyes burn with an unnatural glow, flickering like dying coals. His left forearm and shoulder are permanently scorched, the skin blackened and cracked—the remnants of a terrible curse that still lingers beneath his flesh.
He wears a heavy, fire-resistant cloak, its edges singed and smelling faintly of smoke. His armor is stitched leather reinforced with metal plates, engraved with dwarven runes long since worn smooth. His hands are calloused and burned, but his grip remains iron-strong, clutching a massive, battle-worn greataxe wrapped in charcoal-black leather.
Backstory
Once, Dorgath was a proud warrior of the Emberforge Clan, charged with guarding an ancient dwarven vault beneath the mountains. The vault housed a sacred forge, said to be blessed by the gods and burning with an eternal flame that never waned.
But the forge did more than temper steel—it called to something deeper.
One fateful night, the flames burned hotter than ever before, turning from gold to a sickly red. The vault’s doors shattered, and from within, something awoke. What emerged was not fire, but hunger—a living blaze, wreathed in shadow, devouring everything in its path.
