Kimlor Rusk

Born in the fiery depths of the Fire Rock clan’s stronghold, Kimlor Rusk was not like most dwarves in his clan. While his kin were rough and ready warriors, forged by the heat of the forge and the demands of battle, Kimlor’s heart was filled with mirth, laughter, and a yearning for adventure beyond the stone walls of their underground home.

From an early age, Kimlor was the entertainer of his clan, delighting younglings with stories of great heroes and laughingly recounting the mishaps of elders over mugs of frothing ale. His knack for humor and cheerfulness lightened even the heaviest of hearts. For every tale of glorious battle sung in the great halls, there was an equal number of stories about the importance of resilience and hope. This became Kimlor’s unsung contribution to his people’s spirit.

A strong appreciation for beer, especially a good ale, further defined Kimlor’s character. Nothing brought him greater joy than to taste the fruits of the brewing craft, be it a smoky stout or a refreshing amber. The rich, hoppy aromas and the hearty flavors were as comforting to him as the warmth of the forge. He often spent evenings sampling various brews, regaling his clanmates with his musings on the “perfect pint” and the art of brewing, which he considered an essential skill for any true dwarf.

“How do you want to play this?” Kimlor asked, taking another drink. He bobbed his head appreciatively. “The beer is excellent.”

Ardus drained his mug. “Damn good. Anyone want another?”

“Why do you always ask such stupid questions, Ardus?” Kimlor growled. “Of course, we’ll have another!”

Ardus scooped up all three mugs and went to the barkeep to refill them.

Folding his hands before him, Hirad told Kimlor, “We play it how we’d play any other ambush. We didn’t come looking for trouble.”

“But trouble’s found us again,” Kimlor said, sighing. “Funny how that keeps happening. Maybe we should go home after this is all done.”

“Home would be nice.”

- THE ALCHEMIST’S FORGE

However, the joviality did not spare him from the trials of duty. Kelgin, the clan leader, viewed Kimlor’s ability to uplift morale as a tool for warrior training. Therefore, when the call to raid Norwynne Keep came, Kimlor was drafted against his will. Despite his reluctance, the bond of loyalty and respect for his clan compelled him to follow orders. He knew that displeasing Kelgin would not only tarnish his own honor but also risk the spirit of the clan.

Upon arriving on the shores of Seacea, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. The sound of crashing waves paled compared to the sound of warriors rallying before the onslaught. Kimlor fought alongside his comrades, displaying not just his skill with a hammer but also his uncanny ability to keep spirits high even in the heat of conflict. Amidst the chaos, he threw quips and jests that puzzled and amused his foes, sometimes disarming them as effectively as his weapon.

After the raid, while many of his clanmates were quick to return home, their hearts heavy with the weight of duty and loss, Kimlor felt a different pull. The thrill of adventure still tingled in his veins, and he had grown curious about the world beyond his home. With Ardus and Hirad, two comrades who shared his thirst for exploration, he set off to wander the fiefdom of Seacea, starting with their point of departure from their transportation, Brighton.

FIRST APPEARANCE

Kimlor first appears in The Nullification Engine (The Alchemancer Book Two).

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