Is there room for a Dwarven Fighter/Paladin/Kensie, polearm, trip focused type?
[sblock=Heclar]Unlike all other Dwarves, Helcar has no family and no clan name. He is simply known as Heclar. His past is simple and easily dismissed as luck and coincidence the by Elders. The year he came into manhood he was told that he was the lone survivor a raid of Orcs and Trolls or so they thought. The raid surprised and killed his entire village during an evening storm. The next day a patrol found the village in ruins. After an extensive search they found Heclar and brought him back to the Keep. That was some 60 years ago. Now, he is a respected solider of battle, a warrior of duty and honor that has served his good hearted Lord faithfully and honorably. Over time he became favored by his Lord above all others. It is also know that we was sometimes sought for his personal opinions and views on grave matters of the state. Eventually he would even become the secret lover of the Lord’s oldest of two daughters. Do to who they were and where they came from they could never make their affections public. So instead they married in secret.
Through his many years of servitude he would rise to the highest ranks within his Lord’s elite guard and was revered by many within the Keep. But that has all changed now. Some moons ago in the early morning he was sent on a routine errand to one of the nearby villages. Upon his return that night he would find the entire keep of his Lord littered with the dead bodies of his peers and friends. Their blood was thrown across the ground in what he concluded was a surprise attack. But from what, or from whom, he did not know. He would search through out the entire Keep only to find that both his Lord and his lover have met he same fate. With the enemy long gone, he would spend some time taking care of the deceased and saying farewell to his lover. With his Lord’s sacred Glaive in hand he gathers his gear and heads out in search of the ones accountable for making him an orphan once again. His only clues are a name written down during his lover’s final moments with her own blood and vague glimpses within his mind of a battle similar to this one.[/sblock]
![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Anyway, remember, if I'm not worried about dying, I'm not having fun. Good luck killing this guy - and no, that isn't a challenge. Please don't drop a rock on me. 
