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For'gar Thunder Fall The Last of Khar'Durn
Tree trunk arms with cable thick muscles. Giant scarred forearms that end in hands as large as dinner plates. Sausage like fingers with curled, carved knuckles that flex and crack. Longer than average limbs bend the body over like a squat gorilla. A broad back and broader chest, massive swollen pecs that flex and pulse with each movement.
Barrel thick thighs that stomp through the ground crushing everything underneath. Massive mail shod boots cracked and thick. Ancient mail from times long forgotten an antique kept in pristine condition by the owner. The greatest of the dwarf craftsman, every link, chain and scrap of leather a work of interlocking art.
In his hand the the legendary maul Thunder Fall. Handle carved from the last of the treant kings. The head a cracked ebony affair, silver and gold streaks combine it together. A tear from the earth goddess herself. Forged in the last fires of Khar'Durn imbued with his kings hearts blood. The maul that struck down the orc god Marg'guar.
He has attained godhood amongst his kind. Has righted every wrong. Settled every grudge and debt.
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