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Oh and here's a little MSpaint Shitscribble I did of him just for concept when I started playing.
Hmm? His death. Well, I was moving away, but we were meeting a precipice of the campaign. Something was going to go down regardless of how. And I told the group that I was moving away. I decided that I'd go out like a true dwarf, but I didn't really know what the GM was going to throw at us. In fact, it was a blood frenzy.
You know that Binding rod I'd stopped the paladin from destroying? It had some dark magic on it, leading to the person who it was bound to. In this case, it was the Avatar of Tiamat. But this time, it wasn't playing around jokingly as it did last time. We were in it's lair still, and with the rod it directed us to a large room, the avatar standing at the far end as it's heads began blowing all kinds of breaths into the air, engulfing the room in a colorful mist of flame, frost, poison gases, and whatever the fuck else it had. It asked for the Rod, trying to be as reasonable as a giant dragon could be. But I was a dwarf. I said no. And the party didn't know what it was talking about anyway. I had kept it a secret at this point.
Ulfgarr drew his spear, the party thought he was crazy.
"The double doors behind us? Leave. Bar them."
Ulfgarr prayed silently to his god under his breath who had cast him out so long ago, gripping his spear tightly, he knew that nothing would save his mortal form from this thrashing, but perhaps his soul may be redeemed in the eyes of his creator and be returned to the stone.
Ulfgarr ain't fucking around and tells them to run as he luckily rolls out of the way of a Swipe from the dragon, stabbing his tiny spear into it's paw, impaling it through the foot, ripping his spear away he was now weaponless. Most of the party knows that an avatar of a god is impossible to beat, but there's only one person standing next to me, a brother in arms.
The Fucking Paladin.