Torbek is a burly dwarf with a thick, salt and pepper beard braided with copper rings and small pieces of blue sea glass. His skin is tanned and weathered like old leather from years under the sun. He wears heavy chain mail etched with rolling wave patterns and carries a massive shield featuring a golden sun rising over a blue sea. He smells faintly of brine and ozone.

Torbek is a man of few words and much action. He is blunt, honest to a fault, and prefers the steady rhythm of a deck or the weight of a shield to the complex dances of social etiquette. He finds the shore confusing and crowded, often grunting his disapproval of land based inefficiencies.

For decades, Torbek served as the master at arms on a merchant ship, protecting precious cargo from the scourges of the sea. While his kin built fortresses into mountains, Torbek found his solace in the endless horizon. This changed during a catastrophic hurricane that shattered his vessel against the Crimson Reef. As he sank beneath the waves, he saw a radiant light and felt a firm hand pull him toward the surface. He awoke on the sand, the only survivor, with a profound conviction that he was spared for a greater purpose. Torbek realized that order must be maintained not just on the decks of ships, but throughout the world. He traded his sailor's leathers for the steel of a paladin, swearing to be a lighthouse for those lost in the storms of life. His faith is as deep and unwavering as the ocean, though he struggles to express the divine grace he felt through anything other than his hammer and shield.