This ancient, crochety dwarf of grotesquely
broad shoulders and thews is a
battler of awesome ferocity, and his
years of SOLITUDE and battle have left
him somewhat less than sane. He loves
to kill evil things, and will roar and gib·
ber constantly as he hacks and hews
with a great battleaxe + 2, in doing so.
For years he has dwelt in an old,
tumbling-down castle across a rocky
tor in the depths of the elven woods, his
only company bats and bones of the
elven Mages who built the place over a
thousand years ago. Durkin has guarded
the Vale of Lost Voices, where his
keep rises, for the elves; in return, they
have left him alone regardless of where
he has wandered in the forest. Unless
one is an elf or dwarf (Durkin respects
all such and their things, excepting
drow and duergar), it is dangerous to
approach this old warrior, for if he
thinks you evil in any way, he will bark
and growl like a dog, and attack, snarling,
to kill. Durkin has wild, straggling
white hair and A similar beard, and
wears battered and bent old iron
armor. He has not washed (save for contact
with rain and snow) for some 50
years.
 

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