Haghar Ironhammer, born in Kal’Varoth, on the 17th day of “The First Seed.” The Ironhammer family had long been known for their grandiose wealth. Haghar’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all been renowned businessmen who made their way into the highest echelons of society. Naturally, Haghar had the same goal as his forefathers, to take over the family business and continue to grow the Ironhammer families wealth and reputation. However, his childish dream was mercilessly shattered when his mother and 2 siblings were murdered. His families once prosperous wealth, pillaged, reduced to mere mina. Haghar and his father, who were away on a business venture at the time, were now bankrupt and on the brink of starvation. In order to survive, he began working in the Dwedmar mines. His father, Dukumri Ironhammer, was stricken with grief and became sick and unable to even walk. Haghar continued doing arduous work, day in and day out in hopes of saving his father and staying alive. However, a mere boy mining was not enough to support the family. The night before his father passed, he whispered his would-be final words to Haghar, “The people who killed your mother, and stole everything from us... a farfolk group of mercenaries from the Kardasi Caliphate. Do what you will, but when the time comes I pray you do not allow them to die peacefully.” Later that night, Haghar found his father hanging from the ceiling of his house. Filled with more sadness and rage then he had ever felt before, Haghar began drinking away his worries. Many more years passed with nothing of note happening. Until the night in which would change Haghar’s life. News of an exodus began to spread among the dwarves. Haghar paid little attention to the rumors at first, but his interest slowly began to pique. He remembered a faint memory from his childhood, his dream of taking over the family business. A dream that he had felt impossible before, having lost everything that his past generations of family had spent building up. Though perhaps this exodus was a chance to fulfill this dream, reinvigorating him with new hope and a reason for living. Perhaps by shear luck or natural-born talent, Haghar persuaded and conned his way onto a boat headed for Arcas. As Haghar stood at the edge of the ship, eyes filled with passion and curiosity, he knew that this was his chance. It was time to redeem the Ironhammer name. To spread it to the most remote corners of the world. “Whatever it takes,” Haghar said in his heart, “I’ll do whatever it takes,” he reaffirmed passionately. The boat docked and Haghar took his first steps onto the new continent. He had nothing to his name, he was a nobody, and yet he felt as if he was ready to rule the world.
You’ve just stepped off of the boat in the port of a massive and fortified city. Before you lies a sprawling bazaar, with numerous shops, stalls, and seated traders selling wares to folk of all walks of life. Just as you’re about to continue walking onwards, into the market, you’re approached by a well-dressed gentleman who looks upon you with a big smile. “Welcome!” He began. “What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?”
How do you respond?
My face lights up with a smile in return, and I begin to chuckle, “Grand aspirations eh? No no, that wouldn’t even begin to describe my goals!” I ponder for a moment, “But to put it simply, grand aspirations of wealth are what I envision.” I look around, observing my surroundings. “Say, by chance could you point me to the nearest tavern?” I laugh and say with a tone of sarcasm, “Our boat ran out of ale on the way here, they should’ve known to prepare more when there’s Dwedmar aboard!” My smile begins to fade as I snap back to reality, “Ah please forgive my rude manners! The name’s Haghar Ironhammer, pleased to meet your acquaintance!”
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