A Dwarf Whose Flesh is Stained with Secrets


In his childhood he wanted for nothing, as the tattoos that began growing across his skin from birth marked him as the most holy and chosen amongst the cult that raised him. He was taught to indulge his every whim, and some of the only doubts he ever saw in the faces of his community was in regards to his apparent conscience.
Eventually he came to realize that whatever was being written on his skin would be put to foul purposes, even if that was never its intent. A few weeks before the ceremony where he would officially join the inner circle of the cult he slipped away from everything he had known to try to find a new purpose.
The chaos that followed is mostly hazy to him now, but he is happy to have found a place where he can make the world better. The Imperial Road will lead him to his true destiny.




The Endless Road dspaulding