D&D 5E Campaign Diary: Tomas of Tyr - Two Years Hence
Tomas of Tyr (if he had a full beard) Image by Kanaru92 [3 min read] Tomas puts the heavy hammer down on the hard rocky earth of the foothills of the Galena Mountains, north of Eldrus, the handle damp with toil. Rubbing his face, feeling the stubble growing defiantly, he smiles ruefully and muses to himself. "A great big dwarven hammer, the makings of a beard, hard stone under foot. Why Tomas, you're seemingly more and more a Torunn of Mithral Hall again." But the facial hair is far from a dwarf in his prime, the rocks in the area are barren of precious metal, and switching to the maul as a weapon of war is a reflection of devotion to Tyr, the god of Justice, represented by his holy symbol depicting a giant hammer supporting scales. "No, you'll shave this scraggly growth off, come back from the wilderness with head held high, to represent your deity, your town, and your company once more with pride Tomas of Tyr. Reconciliation with the dwarves of your homeland is...