MacLasiar O'Fearghail
| MacLasiar | |||||||
| Male Human(?) | |||||||
| Player: Mac Forgeman | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | MacLasiar 'Steelarm' O'Fearghail of Soot Hall | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Mac, Godsmith, Talldorf, Productive Alcoholic | |||||||||
| Age: | 28 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Moradin | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Functional Alcoholic, Craftsman, Godly Right Hand Man | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Believers of the Source | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Tir na Og | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 6'1" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 220 pounds | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Verdantly green | |||||||||
| Hair: | Silver-blue/Mithril | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Bronzed of face, almost marble everywhere else. | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Like a brick shithouse | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | A thick head of well-kept hair and a heavy stubble-coated face. Across his back, from left shoulder to right hip, is a massive gnarled scar that might as well suggest the man had been bisected at a point in time. | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Advanced engineering, Craftsmanship, CQC, theology, runework | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| A hammer, a metal barn door, and massive amounts of plate armor | ||||||||||
The Simple Stuff
A man of good heart and good intentions. A craftsman that few can match in dedication and spirit. An Agent of Moradin without a ten foot beard (much to his shame). MacLasiar is a relatively easy going and dry fellow. Fond of humor, wit, and alcohol, the Divine Agent sees little reason to not indulge in the spirit of life where it can be helped, though he is stubborn and obstinate in his opposition, the same statement stands for his support of folk who require his aid. Born of obvious Celtic decent, the man is built like a work oxen, constantly carrying around hundreds of pounds in equipment and bearing his plate wherever he himself is. He bears no particular title or namesake, other than being known as "Mac" where he Planeswalks.
The History of This Oversized Rockhead, Brief
Once one of many children part of a simple trading caravan that ran from Tir na Og to the Dwarven Mountains for Glorium, MacLasiar's family was, as most tragic backstories start, utterly incinerated in an orcish raid via Call Lightning. Spared only by either divine grace- or the metal pole he'd been stood next to- the young child was hauled off to be used as live human sacrifice for a blood ritual. Far be it from him to go down kicking and screaming, he got his hands on a ritual knife and reamed one of their shamans in the gonads. Being enough of a general nuisance and weaselly in build to slide with their brute blows, Mac held out until the orcish raiding party made the fatal mistake of travelling too close to dwarvish holds. As was accustomed, the dwarves summarily butchered the butcherers, and were left with a young boy who'd hit a wiggler in the vocal cords during the fight.
He had enough spirit to survive, and so he was given over to the clergy. Within the clergy, he had enough spirit to learn and understand their customs, adapting quickly and learning their ways with aptitude. Eventually, he moved from scribe to smith, and from smith to warrior, and from warrior to one the pinnacle of his class, surmounting his obstacles to ensure that none would suffer what he did that day.
What happened between then, his exodus into the Outlands, and his current stint in Sigil though, is any sod's gander. Find and ask him yourself, cutter.
Oaths
"Upon my hammer, upon my shield, upon my very soul I swear I shall be the shield and defender for the truly down-trodden and innocent. My arm shall be steel, my spirit shall be blackrock, and my resolve shall be unwavering. Be I needed in war, or in homestead, I shall endeavor to bring the spirit of perseverance wherever my boots trod."
"Upon the anvil which I work, and the flames with which I forge, I swear that I will be an unfaltering symbol of hope and good in places where there is little to none. The darkness of the Planes require the light of flame to counteract them, and I shall be the fire to fend off the darkness which is foul and vile. As the Soul Forger created Dwarves, I too shall create prosperity and wholesomeness."
Relationships
Allies
Skeggi and Vonkara Cindermaul
Your typical dwarvish husband and wife, only one is a high member of Moradin's clergy, and the other a devout and astute paladin who upholds the values of the dwarvish race. The wife holds the hammer in their relationship. Mac holds these two in high esteem, often coming to them in times of trouble where he requires advice, aid, or even friendly faces to poke fun with in the aftermath of Planar havoc.
Hyeronimus Barxire
As if made to be, the classical pairing of a high-tier caster and a masterful martialist often kicks the best of ass. The two of them confide their troubles in one another, often over the contents of esoteric knowledge and alcohol. The Theurge of Mystra is a good friend, one worth losing an arm for- because he'll bring it back.
Tasha
Part time Sensate Factotum, full time flirt, MacLasiar is rarely able to catch a break from the taunting clutches of this enchantress. He cannot make a left or right turn in her presence without being teased for the motions, and despite his grumbling that's part of her charm. Far from the closest of friends, the paladin still considers this sorceress to still be an amicable friend.
Brinhyld
Godsman Namer and apprentice to the Godsmith, Brinhyld is a greatsword wielding woman who constantly finds herself in spots of trouble and has grand ambitions of one day creating a blade that rivals some of the very best in the multiverse. He respects the ambition and tempers it with reality. Everyone has to start from somewhere, and he's more than happy to help someone start from the basics.
Enemies
Lord Zajib al Hadeem el Kusarr
He messed with the construction of Steelridge. The construction workers of Steelridge messed back. It's a bit deep on how dark this story goes, but those who've been to a few dwarf halls might've heard whispers about this up-and-coming outpost having had a bit of trouble in it's construction.
Accomplishments
He has personally punched a simulacrum of Acererak in the face, multiple times, and lived to tell the tale with the memory intact. Ergo, he has survived the entire Tomb of Horrors.
Somehow earned the favor of the Dwarvish Greater Power Moradin, despite being a human man
Reforged a corrupted celestial blade into what would become Kyorlen, The Faith Keeper, the weapon borne by the cleric Fadra Eventide.
Saved Slaadmas with flintlock pistols, alcoholism and rampant paladin fury against the threat of Anarchists wanting to blow up the Civic Festhall.
Ventured unwelcomed into the realm of Gzemnid, and left alive while in the company of Barxire, Skeggi Cindermaul and Vonkara Cindermaul.
Pulled a Theurge from a dark mental place with kindness and faith over hammer and brawn.