A grumpy old Dwarf who, when questioned about his biography, told us a few certain words that are to rude to publish to the general public. Needless to say it involved certain phrases and vivid finger gestures.
Not much is known about this old soldier. The only quote we got out of him that was not rude is: "Killin' is my job, drinkin' is me hobby". Leading us to believe if you can't find him on the battlefield, look in the local taverns. Although don't expect a warm welcome. Tharlor seems to be rude to all races and classes.
Our sources lead us to believe this battle hardened veteran has seen combat for 188 years, and his first campaign happened just as he reached adulthood, aged 40. This leave us to place his age at 238, which is old even for Dwarf standards. Most of his later campaigns involved fighting the creatures of the underdark within a special mounted division; riding into combat weilding stone weapons and armour upon huge, well-trained rust monsters.
Since leaving the Dwarven military behind him, Tharlor has become a mercinary for hire. Helping out the citizens of Stormreach - for a price. Tharlor tends to rush his heavily armoured body in the midst of foes, aggravating them so his companions may battle with as little harassment as possible. Remarkably, Tharlor seems to emerge from these encounters with relatively few wounds.
We shall keep an eye on this Dwarf and update our profile on him as and when we gather more information. That is all.
