Write Up for the Tultipetan Special Characters

Hello gentlemen,

Here’s a quick write up I did for the Tultipetan Special Character.

What do you think?

Tultipetan Dwarf

The Tultipetans were once known as the gentlest and most erudite of the dwarves. While the other enclaves turned to Pantheon of Man to redeem themselves and break their curse, the Tultipetans sought out the divine light of the Oracle of the Gods, in the hopes of seeing when their curse might be broken and by whom. For centuries, emperors and kings, generals and warlords, the wise and the mad had come to your people’s underground home for guidance and a glimpse into future. Though the divine seers were able to peer through the veil of time for others, never was a vision of your enclave’s redemption ever revealed. And now you know why.

Forty years ago, a group of adventurers freed a Dragon imprisoned by your ancestors since the time of the Dragon Wars. Over the millennia of its confinement, it plotted out the vengeance it would bring down upon its tormentors and their descendants with exacting detail; allowing the flames of hate to sustain it as it awaited its eventual release. Once freed, it took little time for the Dragon to discover the fate of the Celestial Giants of XX and track down where they resided.

On a crisp autumn morning, the Doom befell Tultipet…

You were not present during the attack, being away from the enclave for any number of reasons, but it was not long before word reached you of the tragedy that had come to your homeland. Racing back, the once gentle slope of the worn mountain that once capped the subterranean enclave was gone; in its stead, a gaping wound left the ancient mount looking more like the crater of a volcano. Climbing to the lip, the interior looked like the Hell of the human’s Flame God – all about was turned to slag; the very stone had melted beneath the incandescent heat of the Dragon’s breath. Where once elegant homes were arrayed upon various ledges and tiers, nothing remained. All that was once your home was transformed into a grotesque mockery; the forms of many of your fellows reduced to carbonized statues, mirroring the sole relic that survived intact – the fossilized form of the Tultipetan Elder writhing in exquisite anguish and his pulsating heartstone gem, beating in its eternal rhythm. It appears that even the mighty Dragon’s breath is no match for the power of the Human Gods.

As you scrambled down the ledge on makeshift ladders, you see others sifting through the ruins, sobbing in heartbreak and utter disbelief at what one creature had wrought. A gathering of dwarves near the center of the enclave stared in silent rage at the thousands upon thousands of soul shards, receptacles that once held the spiritual essence of your ancestors, piled up around the feet of the Elder, blackened and cracked. The Doom wasn’t satisfied with merely destroying your people’s home and driving them to the brink of extinction. It needed to desecrate all that came before; cutting the Tultipetans adrift without a future to look forward to or a past to fall back upon.

You spend some time doing what you can; helping rebuild what once was, but the deed seems impossible; the devastation too great to overcome with your meager numbers. Over the years, others come and go, leaving you with the impression that the great Tultipetan civilization now numbers in the hundreds. Rumors abound warning that the Dragon will return to finish what it started; others claim to have survived the attack and saw the Doom devour the entire royal family, while others claim that it spared Princess Olotoy, but whisked her away.

Eventually, you left the ruins of the enclave behind for your own reasons. You’ve returned every decade or so to bathe in the blood red light of the Heartstone gem as you must due to Illiir’s curse. It’s about time to return again; time once again to sift through the rubble of your ancient home and kneel before the eternal punishment of the Elder. But perhaps a quick stop in the First City of the humans is in order, to see what news can be heard before heading back to what remains of your homeland.