Ragnar is not stranger to war – he’s been slaughtering orcs since he can remember, but his clan had been fighting them for millennia. In his early life, deep within the Krieg Mountains, he was an acolyte in service to Moradin – cleaning, keeping records, blessing the dead and newly born. Ragnar continued to serve Moradin and was ordained as soon as he reached adulthood. He was on the front lines for many years, supporting the dwarven warriors deep in the mines of the Krieg Mountains.
The orcs had been gaining ground steadily, albeit slowly, for decades, and for every warrior slain were 20 butchered orcs. The dwarves may have had centuries of experience and knowledge of the territory, but the orc horde was endless. The most fierce and lethal warriors had been slain. Many new heroes had been forged, but were too few to stem the tide of the orc horde. The dwarves were forced to leave their homes to be defiled by ungodly beasts.
The Krieg dwarves traveled south to a more hospitable climate and adopted a more tribal or shamanistic lifestyle than is typical of dwarves, but it has served them well. Ragnar took a liking to the road during this time, and decided he must leave after he and his Krieg brothers had established a new settlement. He blessed the settlement from a nearby hill, asking Moradin to protect his people one last time before he set out across the meadow.
He is a rather curious looking cleric, with as much leather and feathers as mail.