Thunderkeg was originally named for the brews this clan made. While not all Thunderkegs are brewmasters, many are. Those that chose other trades are still some of the stoutest drinkers in town. They have a lighthearted rivalry with Clan Warstien.
This clan is most stereotyped by a boisterous nature, with a love of the brawl and revelry. It is common for a Thunderkeg to spend his free time in a tavern. They are not ones to back down in any situation. They are stubborn to a fault, but their sense of pride is not as easily bruised. They are known as a clan to be lowbrow. They work hard and celebrate harder. While they worship Torag and the dwarven pantheon, it is less common for them to join a clergy. Those that don’t brew are often laborers, stone masons, warriors, scouts, and even rage filled terrors. Most Thunderkegs speak their minds, and have a black and white view of morality. This clan values strength and brute determination. They love bards for bawdy songs and tales of heroes of other ages. While they commonly chide each other in social settings, they prefer action over labored discussion when a situation calls for attention.
Thunderkeg specializes in a hybrid of a honeyed mead with a stout nutbrown ale. They call this drink Thunderkeg Honey Amber Stout. It is a hit in the local mead hall and has even gained notoriety in the town proper. Clan heraldry is a tapped keg in front of a greataxe on a seafoam field. A lighning bolt completes the image
Torin has long red hair and a long beard. The beard he generally braids into smaller sections he attaches rings to. His armor is simple but adequate for his job.
His casual clothing is doe skin tunic , pants, and boots. With fur pelt linings, it serves as a good underlay for buckling on his armor.
Torin is a young dwarf at forty-six years of age. While his beard has grown in long in his adult years, he has not seen enough years for it to streak white. His hair is a thick, curly, unruly mass when not braided.
Clan Thunderkeg, like any dwarf worth its beard, worships Torag. He does however highly respect the followers of Cayden Cailean and Iomedae.
Torin Thunderkeg is hard working, jovial dwarf. If he isn’t picking on you it probably means he doesn’t like you. Unless you are at the other end of his hammer, he does love shouting jests at his enemies as well. In the end it might be impossible to tell whether this dwarf cares for you or not, if you are prone to sensitivity. Torin has perfected the art of being gruff, and as such tends to not be very popular to those of “cultured dispositions”.
Torin is quick to call the common human noble “A spineless powdered marigold”. He does however hold a soft spot for human peasants, of which he often says have “More worth in the dirt under their fingernails than their lords have in their treasure rooms”. Torin similarly holds a soft spot for halflings, who he sees as lighthearted and earthy.
Whenever he is in a town and not smithing, he is in the tavern drinking. Most of the barkeeps and wenches know him by name. He is also perfecting the family art of brewmastery, an art he loves to share in the taverns he frequents. Quick to laugh, and even quicker to defend an ally. Torin places real value on his word. If he gives it, you can be assured Torin will do his utmost to make it a reality.
When Torin drinks, he often sings. His best audience is a drunk one, where such tokens bring camaraderie. The sober tend to merely be annoyed by his gravely baritone. He will also at times spin large outlandish tales, just to see how long it takes before he is called a liar. Torin believes a good brawl is good for the soul, a stout drink is good for the stomach, and hard labor is good for the bones. When he cannot pay for lodging he earns it by his muscle or the forge fires.
Torin has been a traveling cleric the majority of his young life. He goes from town to town serving the churches he finds there, perfecting his family brew, taking any adventuring job he can, as well as working forge fires. Because of his love of brews he quickly became known in the towns he stopped at as the “Alehouse Friar”. In the peasant towns he has frequented he has become quite popular.
Lucky Lou is a priest of Cayden Cailean that has traveled with Torin off and on during his first years away from the Five Kings Mountains. The old man was himself a fan of the drink. While Torin laments occasionally the lack of adventure in his life (the reason he left home to begin with), he never once regreted his time on the road with Lou. Lately because of his venerable age Lou has stayed behind in a small peasant town, while Torin continues on from town to town, spreading the good work of the forge, and looking for a grand adventure. Lou sent Torin off with his wagon and two trusty mules. The two mules are Smartey and Dumb Bell the Asses.