Old Granite

An agent of the Duergar, a renegade fundamentalist Dwarven cult that believes the Earth is the supreme divinity, Old Granite is a war-weary soldier that craves the end to the constant conflict between the Empires.

Youth and Fanaticism
Though not a populous people, the Duergar are feared for their ruthlessness and mastery of sneak attacks. None embodied these virtues more completely than Old Granite. Always volunteering for the most unpleasant and dangerous assignments. Dedicated in his hatred of all other gods, Old Granite would create especially unpleasant demises for the holy men and women he'd ambush and kill.

Mercenary Work and Doubt
Lacking in resources, Old Granite was sent out into the world to raise funds and gain contacts for their crusade. Old Granite's mercenary work brought him into every conflict under the sun, and while he first sneered at his employers and enemies for what he considered to be godless idiocy he began to realize that their faith was no different than his, and their conflicts no less hopeless than his own. It was during this time that he came into contact with Azan Cuicher, and a partnership was established.

Isolation and Epiphany
Tiring of the needless bloodshed and bitter towards the lies he was fed by the Duergar elders, Old Granite broke free from his old life and spent five years as a hermit, hoping to find a way to marry his long-held beliefs with the brutality of the world he sees. Eventually, he reached a point of understanding, the only way to stop the needless bloodshed is if there was a monarch strong enough to fight the differences between peoples and compassionate enough to not destroy the differences that make cultures unique.

Brotherhood
It didn't take long for Old Granite to reconnect with Azan, and through him he was introduced to the Imperator, who matched up to Granite's standards of leadership. With great reluctance, Old Granite has prepared himself for one last war.

Appearance
Old Granite is as weather-worn and lined as his namesake. Like most dwarves, he is wide, though his wideness doesn't seem to have much flesh to it, rather Old Granite seems composed of sinew, muscle, bone and grit. His dark skin is marked with the abuse that can only come from one who has been fighting a losing war for his entire life. And despite the degradation time and violence has done to his physical form, whatever pain he is sure to be in does not show on his face, nor in his movement. In fact, only his eyes, deep dull pools of weariness and hurt, show any sign of weakness. His age and injuries are prison and armor to him.