Appearance[]
Short and stout as any good Dwarf should be, Baelta (pronounced BAIL-tuh MARR-duh-mew) contentedly looks over the crowds as she passes through them. If her helmet is removed one would see her long mocha-colored braids laying down the sides of her neck, gently swaying atop her chest. Her loose bangs caress her face, often playfully hiding her stone-gray eyes. Even on her best of days she smells faintly of machinery as she is an experienced smith by trade, and as the old saying goes; "You can take the woman out of the forge, but you can't take the forge out of the woman".
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Personality[]
Always lively company, it is rare to see her without a smile. Though she is a widow she spends her days giving back all the life and happiness she was able to share with her husband before his passing. She wears her ring around her neck on a thin, braided mithril cord.
Her devotion to the Light is more often felt in her presence than seen; she emanates an aura like that of a guardian's with the Light that she commands, and her hand is always more quick to defend than to attack.
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Links[]
- Baelta's Armory