Aslanbor

Sindri was born to a poor family that lived in the Kingdom of Urguan. He was the runt of his family, often being picked on by his siblings and bullied at the schools. He was a short child and never had any real muscle. Sindri was skinny and malnourished, he had thought many times of what the consequences would be if he were to take his own life.  He had never truly believed in the gods, until he had chosen to pray to Wyrvun in the hope that he would help guide Sindri and help him gain his family name. For many years Sindri was pestered by his siblings and bullied by the other children. It was when Sindri had just turned 17 that everything changed. He had finally started to become a man, growing tall and strong, developing a beard that rivaled his father's. The tables had turned on the bullies and Sindri's siblings as he began to dole out his own sweet revenge. He had made the other boys cower from him and his siblings never mess with him. Sindri's father had reckoned that now was as good as ever to start teaching Sindri the ways of war. Sindri learned quickly and grew to become an excellent fighter, being bested only by the clan father's son. As Sindri rounded the corner to his 25th birthday his father proclaimed it wastime for the trials. Sindri became elated and was aching to run into the wilderness and slaughter a bear to earn his family title. He was given a family heirloom as his weapon. A warhammer with a handle of ironwood and a head of obsidian. He took the heirloom and set off on his journey to find the bear. It had been a year since Sindri was last seen and no one knew what to make of it. Many believed that he had perished and only his father clung to the last strand of hope. On an early morning as the snow subsided a rustle was heard from a nearby tree orchard. A tall dwarf walked into the town carrying a large warhammer and a black pelt slung across one shoulder. Sindri had finally come home. He had successfully killed a bear and earned his family title, but it was at a high cost. Sindri had suffered a large gash across his face, making his once handsome face more cruel and unfriendly. He went to his family's house and walked in. His father sprung out og his rocking chair and wrapped Sindri in a tight embrace crying tears of joy and mumbling about his sweet son returning. Sindri chuckled and told his father of his adventure.  His father proclaimed that the bear he fought must have rivaled even Rehwen's great hunt. Sindri told his father of the places he had explored and the creatures he had found. His father was glad to have his son home. Sindri was ever eager to look for more adventures and was relentless in his search.