(Heyo all, first post on the forums [I think] - might as well make it a good one)
Sarvesh Lirukrigoth - "Sarvesh Violencecrafts" - Ten taps of the random name button to get that
A Dwarf of The Cloisters of Harmonizing.
Sarvesh Violencecrafts is an aptly named Dwarf. He is a Swordsman by trade, and a Guard of Ochreshield.
All his life, he has spent his free time learning how to more effectively dismember things (though, his sword is a little blunt for that)
One morning, on a whim, he left the Fortress guard to patrol the immediate area, as he had heard news of a war with Goblins. Within under an hour of leaving the fortress, he found his very first victim - a troll, presumably either a deserter or a scout for the Goblin army.
The troll lunged at him. Sarvesh immediately dove out of the way and delivered a blow, severing its foot and dropping it to the ground, then spent the next ten minutes hacking off its various limbs until it finally bled to death. The cruelty was not unnecessary, however - he had simply been making it easier to butcher the beast for its not-so-valuable organs (which he then promptly traded for some armor).
There were goblins and goblin warbeasts all over the countryside, and they needed to be slaughtered - and a bronze sword simply couldn't make the cut. He needed more money, more valuables with which to purchase more equipment.
The next day, he went on another hunt and came across a pair of Rutherers. They were considerably tougher, though for some reason, they did not attempt to swarm him as he expected. Instead, he was granted two slow one on one fights. The Rutherers each had the same problem - they couldn't hit him. He had the problem that they ran away entirely too often, and that his sword was too dull to make quick work of them. As such, he realized he was wasting his time trying to behead them, and simply started hacking at everything he could. It was fantastic, if a little bloody. One went down, and he went after the other moments later, then butchered the two of them and carried his haul of meat to the next fortress for better equipment than Ochreshield had.
(to be continued; I'm expecting a horrible death at the hands of a goblin siege, since I'm expecting one very, very shortly)