Wundgroth Ruhernek

Wundgroth Ruhernek is a member of The Crew.

65 years old and appears about that age.

Standing at a very tall for a dwarf 5 feet with broad shoulders, he bears few scars of battle as he was often protected by helm and armor.  He has rosy cheeks, light complexion, fiery red hair, and a long pleated beard he tucks into his belt usually.  Mischievous eyes twinkle under a heavy brow.  He appears as he is, tough, strong, and absolutely not agile.

Often found in simple clothes that fit well under medium armor, being a soldier he was clad in the strong half-plate of citadel adbar, carrying a shield, axe, and warhammer.  Dwarves march with what they need on their backs, so usually a small rucksack too.  Because he served with the Cavers, he didn't carry clothes for cold places as the Upperdark was usually warm.

Warm-hearted to the dwarves of his homeland, he has mistrust for all outsiders (even other dwarves).  He thinks well of their trading partners and tends to think poorly of all others.  He is a very dwarfy dwarf, loving all things dwarvish and is shocked and angered when more worldly members of Citadel Adbar express admiration for things non-dwarven.  Pushed far enough, he flies off the handle, but he'd never attack a fellow mountain dwarf, that's beyond the pale for him.

He likes to participate in the singing/dancing/social events of his people and doesn't mind being the center of attention when it's his turn but doesn't seek it.  People other than his dwarves he treats with scorn and mild condescension.

Lawful on the border of Neutral/Good.  To live a good dwarven life, to see my people prosper and multiply, to serve as their barrier against the world.  Small-minded and ego-centric, he doesn't care for anything outside the walls of his Citadel home.  He is quick to anger when presented with non-dwarven-approved solutions to problems.  He NEEDS to get back home and get rid of this ghost grandfather stalking him!

The day he got accepted into the guard, the day he got accepted into the Cavers, the day he woke up in a stinking drow prison.

The wide world outside the walls of Citadel Adbar, it is too full of strange people and things that I don't understand.  The Citadel, the dwarves in it, his family.

He actually wasn't up to snuff to join the Cavers and got in because his uncle was very high up in command of the Cavers.  He's been a bit of a disappointment since joining.  He hasn't told anyone but his squad and company and more importantly, his uncle, already know.  When he got captured he was worried about getting pushed out of the Cavers.

His family and clan back at the Citadel.

Soldier of the Cavers (very proud) is work.

Drinking, singing, dancing, fishing for blind cave fish (the big ones), axes (think darts).

The Cavers and his group of friends (they call themselves the Goodtime Crew).

He prays to Moradin, Clangeddin, and Dumathoin.

All that glitters under the mountains is worth possessing and protecting.  The dwarves were first and are best, the other races cannot measure up to the iron in their blood and spine.  One day, when Moradin deems the dwarves fit, the dwarves will cement their place as the true masters of the world and the other races will be better for it.

"I am a dwarf and it is all I ever want to be.  My family and clan mean and are the world to me.  I would gladly die fighting for them and have my name carved upon the Wall of Honor (wall where soldiers fallen in combat are recorded)."

Was heading to attack a fortress of a mad gnome in the Anauroch with some outsiders which he was grumbling about, was ambushed by Umber Hulks and tumbled down one of their dig holes deep into the Underdark, getting knocked out.  Woke up in a drow prison.