Dumacke Exile

The exile of Dumacke swung his sword experimentally. With its runic enhancements, it felt simultaneously light, agile, and devastatingly powerful. Wielding a weapon like this, he would be a force to be reckoned with.

The exile held the blade up, studying it. He glanced at the Riftwatcher's red-headed dwarven smith. “It's amazing. Your craftsmanship, it's unlike anything I've ever seen.”

Skargore hoisted her mighty blacksmithing hammer onto her shoulder and winked. “Wait until you strap on your armor. It's even better. We need the best if we're to have any chance of stopping the Chaos Legion.” She tugged at her beard. “Besides, we're all survivors, just like you.”

The exile smiled. When the beautiful world of Dumacke was devastated by the Chaos Legion, only a handful of exiles survived. The Riftwatchers took them in, outfitting and training them with rune-enhanced weaponry.

Dumacke exiles are hardy warriors acclimated to the cold tundras and steep mountain ranges of their homeworld. They carry a shield imbued with runic magic designed to dampen sound, and their weapons are infused with a deadly toxin. The end product is a deadly assassin reinforced with plate armor, capable of infiltrating the enemy's defenses and striking without warning.