Eyros Coalborne

A broad-shouldered mountain dwarf woman stands like a granite gate, her compact frame packed with muscle beneath scarred gray skin. Her braided, white hair hangs below her shoulders, threaded with iron rings, while a white bear headdress crowns her head—the bear’s snarling visage rising above her brow, its pale fur spilling down around her cheeks. Her eyes glint a deep, red-tinged gray, a mark of her duergar blood, and her teeth show beneath a hard, ready grin.

A white bear fur cloak hangs loosely around her shoulders, unsecured and free to billow as she moves. Tufts of the same fur protrude from the tops of her heavy leather boots and bulge through the seams of her armguards, packed there for warmth and padding. In both hands she carries a two-handed great axe of dwarven make, its broad steel head etched with old clan-runes and its haft wrapped in dark, sweat-stained leather. She looks ready to split shield, bone, or stone without breaking stride.