Dietrick's Character Sheet here
- Race:
- Shifter
- Class:
- Warden
History
Having grown up around elves his entire life Dietrick had always been a part of the wild, it didn't help however that's how his heritage wished him to turn out as well. He was never really happy in towns for long, always on the move, trying to patrol his neck of the woods. He'd been born among a small, tight nit family of shifters, they'd been pushed from their last home by predigest, and had finally found a home among the elves. When he was still young the elves were going to peace talks with the nearby Dwarfs. They never actually openly fought, but they weren't on very good terms with each other, and on occasion it had been reduced to stealing the others supplies before they could be traded.
It was during one of these peace talks that would end up being ambushed by the dark Dwarfs, the Duegar which were enemies of both races. A large fight broke out, some on both sides being slain in the conflict. Dietrick had been there to watch how diplomacy worked so that he might grow up with some kind of education, but having seen the brutality of the Duegar being brought upon his friends would change the boy. A craghammer that one of the Duegar had been using would drop near the boy, hefting the thing in both hands he'd start wading through the dark dwarfs, smashing their heads in, breaking bones left and right. It was a powerful weapon, and the fourteen year old child learned to use it quickly in the midst of battle.
Dietrick actually saved a couple lives, including those of a few Dwarfs, to which they were indebted to him for. They would finish up the peace talks with the elves quickly this time, taking into account that they had just fought together to fend off a mutual foe. It was after that battle however, that Dietrick would come to understand the part he would play in the future, he knew he wanted to protect those around him, and indeed anyone that was in trouble. It was in this view that the elves would begin to train him in the ways of a Warden, as to protect is the creed of the Warden.
It was during this training that the Dwarfs would come again to give him little insights here and there, due to them being fine warriors. They taught him how to properly use the craghammer, a find shield even if it was made out of wood, and how to stand in the midst of battle and relish the fight at hand. He was taught how to defend himself, and those around him with the utmost efficiency. With his prowess already having been seen, he would excel in his training where no other had. The child would come to be a man when he heard about the large war brewing to the north. Iuz, a demon god had come up from the world and was reeking havoc upon the people of the area.
Heading north, Dietrick came upon an order trying to fight off the armies of Iuz. He wanted to help in some way, and asked to join in the fight. He was given a fairly menial task of defending an area here and there, mostly places they didn't believe would be attacked as he had no background in an army. However, there were a couple of occasions where there had been an attack. He'd defended the walls, and the person in command flawlessly. He'd actually defended a keep so well with just a few troops, that once the reinforcements arrived, they didn't walk into a burnt down keep.
He'd drawn the attention of a few high ranking officers because of his apparent skill at defending those in need of it. He was put in charge of a security detail guarding a key keep in the defense of the kingdom. It was a great honor that he took upon himself with fevor, working into all hours of the night to make sure things got done correctly. It was doomed to fail however, as the commander in charge of the keep was actually ready to defect to Iuz's army, his family had been taken by them, and he'd been blackmailed.
Dietrick hadn't seen it coming, but the army would walk right through the front portcullis he'd worked so hard to make neigh impenetrable. It was two days later, that the shifter would come crawling into the nearest town, beaten and bloodied. He had gashes all over, an arrow through his shoulder, carrying a blood soaked craghammer, with brain matter all over it. He'd killed the commander for defecting, and taken on a large part of the army with a few of his loyal men, he'd finally fled when the last of his men were slain.
Most of the army wasn't too happy with Dietrick in the outcome of the lost keep, some of them were skeptical that the commander would defect like that, and without proof from anyone else they wouldn't quite believe him. Ievara however, did believe the man, as they'd met at one point in the past, and Dietrick had seemed like a good man to the Eladrin. A Captain now Ievara would talk to a few leaders here and there to make sure that Dietrick would be transferred to her unit, as she knew she could use a man so loyal.
It was with Ievara that Dietrick started to learn a bit about what it was to be a Warlord, he would learn tactics from her, learn to lead men into battle, and soon would become her Lieutenant, leading his own squad of men under her. He tried to pick up some of the stealth techniques that she teached, but he learned that he just wasn't as great at them. He knew how to use those who were skilled in that field of warfare, but he'd stay back most of the time.
His squad would mostly be made up of people who didn't fit in the normal stealth squads of Ievara's units. These were the reinforcements that would lie in wait in case an operation took a turn for the worse. Wielding mostly large weaponry, or being armored to the teeth, they weren't the most stealthy squad, but they definitely fulfilled a needed task.
After the war had ended Dietrick would head home, looking for a bit of peace and quiet, but before too long became rather bored with it. Having heard Ievara had traveled to the Sea of Dust on a couple rumors, Dietrick would follow, to see if his old Captain could use his assistance in any way.