Adyn Goldeye

Beginnings
'''Adyn was born in Ironforge to a privileged dwarven family alongside her twin sister Sarynn. The Goldeyes were the high class, sales end of an extensive gold production industry. Goldeyes didn’t get their hands dirty, not like their distant cousins who did the hard labor of forging and mining the precious metal.'''

'''Sarynn loved reaping the benefits of high society. She adored wearing the merchandise and attending social events to promote their product. Adyn, on the other hand, never developed a taste for propriety. She preferred to spend time with her cousins in the dirt. '''

'''Adyn grew up in the dark tunnels of the goldmines. She played next to purring machines that she eventually learned how to fix from the gnome engineers who noticed her knack for manipulating gears and cogs. The only thing that could drag the young dwarf from the mines and roaring forges were the hunts her father hosted. Adyn loved the thrill of tracking a fierce beast and the skill it took to bring them down. Trophy hunting would always be a hobby of her’s, and she took more than memories away from those cold nights in the forest.'''

'''When she was of age, she took her talents with her to become a mountaineer. She donned the green cloak, strapped on a boomstick and it felt like everything she ever wanted tied into one. With her sister carrying on the family business, her mother and father supported Adyn as she stepped away from the glamour of being a Goldeye. Instead she spent days outside on patrol to protect her homeland, covered in oil and mud.'''


 * Gold survived anything - time, factions, war. Her family had never experienced hardship from the conflict that ravaged their planet. As a mountaineer, Adyn couldn’t hide from the truth of Azeroth any longer.

Mountaineer
'''After a year of training in everything from tracking and orienteering to marksmanship and first aid, Adyn was stationed at the North Gate Outpost. The little brother to South Gate Outpost over the mountains, Adyn joined a close knit unit of mountaineers who took their jobs very seriously. They sat out in the cold snow and guarded the entrances to Dun Morogh. They inspected and escorted travellers through the tunnels and were ready to defend them from enemy invasion at a moment’s notice. When not on guard duty, Adyn often helped the small tank unit stationed there with them. They talked, drank and matienced the mechanical beast that rarely saw action.'''

'''Adyn was eventually re-stationed to an escort unit that helped get supplies and travellers safely from Algaz Station in Loch Modan all the way up to Aerie Peak. The mountaineers served as guides and defenders on the long treks through the mountains and wetlands. It was on this route that Adyn first encountered the ferocity of orcs and trolls. They would camp along the route and attack caravans as they passed. Even when travelling groups of heroes would volunteer to clear out the enemy, a new group would always take their place. It was an endless cycle of ugly, tusked faces meeting their end to blasts of gunpowder and the heavy metal of a dwarven hammer.'''

'''Adyn was eventually promoted to second in command. She dawned a blasthammer and worked for over a year as right hand before her overall positive experience in service took a nosedive. '''

'''Her unit was to link up with a military a tank convoy moving through the Hinterlands. The mountaineers were guiding the soldiers through the woods, helping them across the rugged terrain. It was a peaceful, easy mission. Nobody expected the ambush when it came. The screaming of trolls and the crackling of lightning broke through the night. Savage hunters rained down upon the convoy with steel and elemental fury. The dwarves were outnumbered and frankly, they were caught off guard. Ranks were thinning quickly as Adyn opened one of the tanks. She followed the order to find defensive positions, pulled whoever she could get her hands on inside and sealed the hatch. The three soldiers scrambled to get their bearings and take up weapon stations as the mountaineer did her best to get the thing running. '''

“Hurry!” One of the soldiers shouted, “They’re dying out there!”

'''“I’m hurryin’! Just give me a moment!” Adyn ran through the process of starting the tank’s weapons systems but paused her scrambling after a minute, looking to the hatch.'''

“What are you waiting for?”

'''“Shh! Listen.” She waved a gloved hand at the bristling man. The shouting and sounds of gunfire had stilled outside, leaving an eerie calm. Everyone in the tank held their breath, the silence deafening. Even the shouts and orders of the alliance commander had been snuffed out.'''

'''Then, like a crack of thunder, the metal around them groaned and pinged as the trolls tried to breach the armor plating. With a desperate plea to the gods, Adyn flipped the last few switches and the tank roared to life, spitting fire and burning their attackers alive until silence fell once again.'''

'''For years Adyn had nightmares of the scene they were confronted with when they left the tank. The charred remains of friend and foe alike were littered around them. The bodies of their friends a few yards away, laying face first in their own blood, were blurred with smoke. More distinctly, Adyn saw the remaining few trolls that had escaped the blast disappearing over the hillside. Anger settled within her as she watched them vanish, their faces burned into her mind as she gripped her blasthammer with a shaking hand. '''

'''Adyn and the survivors managed to save two others and get them to the Wildhammers before it was too late. As for the others… they came back with shamans the next day to return them to the earth. Adyn couldn’t take her eyes off the hill, just hoping one of the trolls would be stupid enough to come back.'''

'''She sat in a corner of Wildhammer Keep for a long time that night, staring at the dog tags spread across the table, mixed with the mountaineer badges of her unit. The keep was silent except for the fireplace, even the latest drinkers had passed out on their cots. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">Adyn grabbed her blasthammer and left.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">'''Four days later, the dwarf returned covered in blood and dirt - half dragging her blasthammer beside her. Her green cloak was torn and her knuckles were white around a bag darkened with blood. She collapsed at the entrance to the keep, hand still tight around her blasthammer as the bag spilled broken troll tusks across the stone floor.'''

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">'''She woke up in the infirmary on a cot, a Wildhammer medic nearby shaking his head at her in disbelief, “Yer a tough one ain’t ya?” He stood, red braids frizzy around a more neatly groomed beard. “Disappear for days after a battle and come back with this?” He placed a (cleaner) bag on the table next to her bed, one of the tusks poking out from the rough linen. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">'''Adyn shifted up slowly with a groan, looking over. She glanced between the bag and the dwarf without comment, instead settling on the letter addressed to her nearby. She looked up at the medic, gesturing to the paper, “Read it ta me.”'''

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">'''With a huff the dwarf did so. It was a letter from Stormwind, she was to be given a medal for her actions. Adyn responded to the commendation with a letter informing them of her retirement.'''

Retirement
<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">'''The Wildhammers were welcoming to the scarred mountaineer. They let her linger around and help out where she could. Adyn quickly bonded with the old blacksmith who worked the forge at the base of Aerie Peak. In her first few weeks of retirement she had gold delivered to her from her family via gryphon. When it arrived she melted it down and dipped in each tusk, gilding her trophies. She imprinted them with names of the soldiers who died in the battle. She attached them to a gold chain and wrapped it around her blasthammer as a memorial to the lost. Two tusks, from the leader of the trolls, she imprinted with the names of the fallen mountaineers - these are attached to her survival knife belt she wears daily, a reminder of her hatred for the monsters that so ruthlessly murdered her friends.'''

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:24px;">After a few y'''ears, her anger subsided. Adyn set up a mechanic shop within the Aerie Peak forge and became just another face in the city’s crowd. She lives there to this day.'''

North Guard
<p dir="ltr" style="margin-left:48px;">'''Even in retirement, Adyn could see the gears of war turning in the North. Reluctantly, she picked up her blasthammer once again and joined the North Guard - a band of volunteers who defend what the heroes have left behind. She helps out where she can, splitting her time between her shop and missions.'''