Born in the mist of the Orc-Dwarf war, to Nuraval and Werydd, Thoradin’s early years were wrought with poverty as well as the sights and sound of war. Raised by his mother after the disappearance of his father. Thoradin’s only comfort was his fascination with the Dwarven Religious book, The Brathmordikin. At the age of eighteen Thoradin left home to study the religious text with any clergymen willing to teach him the ways of the gods. However unbeknownst to Thoradin his father did not leave him with nothing. Rage and an undying drive for battle always burned in Thoradin’s heart. The rage drove him to heated arguments with his teacher that often ended in Thoradin being sent away from the temples where he studied. One evening whist fighting in yet another tavern brawl Thoradin, caught the eye of another dwarf warrior whom convinced Thoradin to seek out glory in honorable combat and leave the tavern brawls to the beardlings.
Hoping no one notices his sickly demeanor, Thoradin rushes off the ship. After a moment of clearing his stomach, he notices a well-dressed man speaking to him. “No, none of that. I don’t plan on staying long. Where can I find a good drink and some rest?” Thoradin asks. The man directed him toward the nearest inn. “Thanks!” Thoradin replied and headed on his way.