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CHARACTER INFORMATION:
Game you want to join for: Warhammer Online

Character Name: Zostille Grumblegut
Character Class: Defensive Ironbreaker

Character Level: 18/15 renown

PERSONAL INFORMATION:
Experience (character names/character classes/guilds/games/servers): I've only previously played World of Warcraft, which I played Phudd/Level 57/Warrior/Old School/Greymane
Email address (will be deleted after): **********
Country/Time Zone: United States (Central Time)

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RESULTS BREAKDOWN: K.S.A.E.
Killer: 87%, Socializer: 53%, Achiever: 40%, Explorer: 20

GENERAL QUESTIONS:
Why do you want to join? Love Dwarfs, Roleplay and PvP.

How did you hear about us? Valdin Anvilglow, Lothbrok Ravnson

Did you read the

The work was hard as a child, but he had no complaints; his imagination kept him elsewhere. For Zostille, every vain and rock that needed working was a mythical beast, waiting for his runic pickaxe to defeat. He never saw himself as a miner, swinging his axe aimlessly at the rock face, but rather a mighty Ironbreaker, defending the tunnels of oath gold from capture! It was never work, but rather practice, for what he wanted to someday become.

The days, weeks and years went by, he continued to work, his muscles bulked and his beard grew to touch the ground, yet his dreams started to fade. He began to accept being a miner in the dark caves, and started enjoying the more simple pleasures in life, like Ale, tobacco and the coziness of the hold's inn.

Zostille would one day become an Ironbreaker, out of necessity rather then fate, or desire. A day came when Skaven made their way into the caves in which he worked. Zostille was at first fear stricken, along with the other miners, but thought back to his childhood for guidance. Quickly he picked up the nearest weapon and makeshift shield, a small hammer and a large square piece of wood. His fellow miners followed his actions. They began to push against the mob with their shields, leaving piles of fur behind them. Zostille was near the center of the line, only taking a swing when he saw the perfect opportunity. They continued pushing, fueled by how many Skaven they were vanquishing.

All of a sudden the push stopped abruptly, and a few dwarves on the end of the wall began falling. Zostille looked up passed his shield, his gaze meeting an oversized rat. He quickly ducked behind his shield, his braid staying afloat behind him, only to be shaved off by the blade of the Giant Skaven. Zostille roared, swinging in blind fury at the beast, doing little to no damage to the it's scarred and scaley skin.

The Giant took his mind off all of the other equally sized skaven, which proved deadly. With Zostille distracted, all I took was one swift swing, cutting from one side of his belly to the other. He fell, blood gushing from his belly dying his beard a deep shade of red. He knew, as soon as the steel touched him that we was about to die, he could feel the vibrations of other dwarves falling, dying and screaming around him. It was all over, he waited for the coldness.

The coldness never came, but instead the warmth of blessing by Hrungor, who turned him away at the Great Hall's gates. He was simply not ready to die, for he had not even lived, Hrungor told him. He was tasked to search for the clan of Steinhammers, who also carried his blessing and told he would never be accepted until he 'lived.'

It took him many of moons journey to find the clan, and he paid for it. For the clan had lost it's blessing, for whatever reason and had found many of it's members being passed through the gates for their final death.

Now, Zostille still wanders the lands in search of a life well lived, hoping to please Hrungor even though he's dropped from favor.