The Grandaxe Exodus found a newly wedded pair of dwed in a rather precarious flight, as Brenna Whitesurge was pregnant at that time. Thule would be born hale and healthy within the haven Kal'Bogrin. Grav Firetide, ever the soldier and devout supporter, stood with the Grandaxe Clan against the Kingdom of Oren. He was entrenched when the Seige of Kal'Bogrin occurred.
During the Seige of Kal'Bogrin, Brenna offered prayer to Anbella and fought like a storm with Thule, yet a Beardling, strapped to her back beneath a shield - this would leave Thule with a lifelong fear of tight confining spaces. Escaping the siege with no injury. The family offering a place above their Hearth, no matter their home, in respect and gratitude to Anbella for watching over them.
When Fimlin Grandaxe volunteered his Clan to secure a hold on what would become Kal'Valen, Thule's parents were already packed in order to help in any fashion they could. The years were giving, though hard. Thule helped as she could, trapping and bringing down game and fishing to fill larders of those who toiled over other tasks. Running messages and deliveries as she was bid. Hard working and never shying from a task, to see her fleeting from one home to another would become common sight.
Grav Firetide would be counted among the fallen at the Battle of the Melting Frost.
Brenna and Thule had rich lives, though a sadness clung at the loss of her father. Thule began training with her father's axe at the behest of her mother. It would prove to later save her life when Kal'Valen fell. Though, she did not come free unscathed. A dagger caught and blinded her in her left eye. Brena was not among those who escaped and Thule honors her mother's memory in a rather morbid fashion. Grav Firetide gifted Brenna with a large amethyst he'd unearthed by his own hand. Thule had this crafted and fitted to wear as a false eye. It unnerves many, but Thule only laughs and if asked reminds others that her mother unnerved far more than just a few.
From there, Thule made herself useful where she could. Either with a pick axe or a bow or her father's axe in hand. Hunting, trapping, cooking, fighting, running, scouting - the task itself did not matter. What mattered was the small place above her 'hearth' (sometimes merely a space before her campfire). What mattered was continuing the honor of her family to keep Yemekar's Balance. Honoring the Brathmordakin and her parents by guarding those who cannot guard themselves, feeding those in need of it, ensuring Balance is not forgotten. While not in such a great way as others, in any way she can.
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