The Destiny of Kord
Thanrus "Daddy" Stoutfist
"Now some, the 'Fist', the 'Spear'; might say that all these 'ere folk pay for is protection from us. I say we provide a measure of 'law and order' where the 'Spear' don't go, and the 'Fist' ain't welcome."
A tattooed, hard dwarven rogue from the stews of Kordova’s hardest Warren streets. He runs the Old Firm with a fist and punch like a barrow load of bricks.
The Warrens, Kordova.