Tallon is an enormous and muscle-thick barbarian called Stormborn, giving him a strong affinity for lightning and thunder. Though clearly human, he stubbornly insists he is simply a very tall dwarf.
He eagerly shares the explanation for his name "Tallon the Tall" relating to his astounding size despite his insistence that he is a Dwarf. This branch of the Foehammer Clan experimented with binding natural forces into their armors and weapons. Assisting his grandfather and uncle in an experiment one day, and wearing a newly-forged suit of fine dwarven plate mail, he stood atop the mountain peak in a storm and was bathed in lightning, making a suit worthy of a king of old! But this lightning also changed him, for they had to quickly remove the armor as his body was growing beneath and they feared he would suffocate! He continued to grow to his present height of nearly seven feet, something of a giant of a dwarf!
In actuality, as a (human) infant, Tallon was left in the care of a clan of inventive and good-natured, if mischievous, dwarves who had remained in a fortress-forge high in the Thunder Peaks of Cormyr, a valley away from the tragedy of Thunderholme. The dwarves raised the boy as their own, teaching him stonecraft, metalwork, carpentry, and the like. Noting the youth's affinity and fascination for watching storms from the mountaintop, what began as humor became his origin story. He was tutored as a Stormborn Barbarian by another Stormborn - a dwarven heroine named Ardath Stormhammer.
Tallon the Tall proudly wields of the greataxe Hew, a weapon created by a grumpy dwarf feuding with a forest dryad. As bearer of this weapon, however, he finds the forests to be somewhat hostile to him, as if it senses the axe's thirst for cutting wood.
Tallon is a devoted member of the Order of the Gauntlet, and more generally a very law-abiding (Lawful Good in all its glory) and constructive citizen, with a firm policy of Taking No Crap! (unleashing his more destructive side!)
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