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Tumbir
Tumbir Moonquill
| Name | Tumbir |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Master Scholar |
| Age | Old |
| Race | Dwarf |
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| Residence | The Secret Halls |
| Kinship | - |
| Outward Appearance | An aged dwarf was he, bearing word and ink as though they were the very things which created the world. His beard hung lower than many, for he was of Durin's Folk, and like many of his kin, great were his wanderings. Curious habits surround his near ceremonial manners, and he prided himself on his lordly courtesy, that is, to those who would return the most simple gestures in return. Secretive were his doings, and quiet was his speech for the most part, for he was a maker and breaker of such things as secret passages, and dwarven hoardings and vaults. Many spells he cast, alike to his kin in history, and he was so very protective of his own secrets, and those he was paid to create. |
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Background
Tumbir Moonquill of Erebor has traveled much. His origin being a well hidden archive in the halls of The Lonely Mountain, but now dwelling at Thorin's Gate. He wandered cave and crag, valley and field in search of places to lay his creations and all the while he traveled, he kept a keen eye for hidden secrets. Once, dwarrow and dale man alike came to him for his services in unfurling secrets of many kinds. It is written in few records of Erebor, of his creations upon the face of many maps most treasured by the dwarves, those being runes made under moon light and the ink used to scribe them. Being a keeper, creator, and breaker of secrets, his feats have never bore his name. He hides his pride and so merely claims a quiet trinket to keep and to look upon when eyes are averted, his garbs, leaving alone the many jewels and amulets on his person, are for the most part, threadbare robes and scuffed boots. Now come to the west to rest his bones and pass on his secrets, he seeks to establish a workshop and build a great library. Though if caught in the merriest of moments, he may be convinced to take a longer road than folk would expect him capable of.
| Friends | - |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None in the East |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those who would begrudge him of his secrets |
| Loves | A good tale, a door to be unlocked, the smell of books and scrolls and libraries |
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| Hates | Rudeness and stupidity, those who would speak out of place |
| Motivation | To gather knowledge and keep the secrets of his elusive guild |
| Quotes | "You'll learn some manners before speaking to me!" |
