Fordin was born in Kal’varoth to two hardworking mountain dwarves. His mother was descended from the Greataxe clan, and was a mighty warrior in her youth. His father was a blacksmith, though not a very good one. He taught Fordin, his only child, all he knew about his trade. Fordin quickly surpassed his father in skill, learning more than his father ever knew through his own experimentation. Because of his affinity for smithing, Fordin adopted the nickname Forge.
Forge, not yet of age to begin working, had much free time after helping his father in the shop. He spent it researching the old architects, especially Fimlin Grandaxe, and how they built the city. He also tinkered with his old toys, taking them apart to see how they worked. Soon, his inquisitive and skeptical nature got the best of him. He pondered on his dwarven heritage and tradition, and whether it was real or not. Were the Brathmordakin real? Were grandpa’s old stories true? And most of all, did he want to live in the same city for his entire life?
Forge decided he had enough of living with his fellow dwarven kin and following all the traditions. He aspired to live in a city, one above ground with grand guild halls, large markets filled with charismatic merchants and their bizarre trinkets, and adventurers seeking their fortune. He longed to open his own shop, selling his great weapons and armor to real adventurers. So, when Forge finally came of age, he packed his things and left to fulfill his dreams.
“Well, sir, I want nothing more than to start my own smithery. Sell my wares to real adventurers.” He shifted his pack a bit, looking around. “Do you know of anywhere around where I could do so?”