Zorne Bleakheart



Zorne was a PC in the Scales of Justice campaign.

Background
Born to a laboring caste of the great dwarven people, Zorne's childhood had been like most of the Dwarven people until his parents accepted a task on a new island called Madral, otherwise known as "The Chains". Zorne had been only 8 years old when he came to Madral, and was one of only 5 Dwarven children on The Chains. Being one of a few races on the chain islands brought teasing and ridicule, which led to Zorne eventually withdrawing from the other children to find his own passions...drinking.

Zorne, who found himself an apprenticeship as a shipbuilder, had become accustomed to the daily routine of drinking in the afternoon till he passed out, waking up the next day with a slight hangover and doing it all over again. Zorne isnt proud of it, but it's part of him now.

Of course this found its way into Zornes professional life and was in search of something new when he came across leaflets asking for brave adventures to seek out knowledge on other islands to bring back to The Chains. It was little pay, but he volunteered at once. However, instead of being part of a loose group of adventurers he found himself in a rigorous training camp teaching the martial and magical ways to combat foes. Most of the training is a blur, but he came out of it with some magical skills and a strange purpose. This "purpose" is unknown to him, but his trainers have said that a trigger phrase will let this purpose rise when the situation presents itself.

Several years after leaving The Chains Zorne found himself on Emden searching for knowledge along with other adventurers when his drinking once again crept its ugly head as a fight in a local tavern. Zorne woke up the next day in a dark muddy alley with nothing more than his Musket and a piercing headache. It seemed that his fellow adventurers had been fed up with his drinking follies and left him on Emden while they moved onto the next island.

Once again Zorne was in search of a way to make money when word of the archeological expedition caught his ear. He scraped up what booze he could and headed over to the expeditions headquarters to claim his money and start the next chapter of his life.