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His immediate family speculated about Forrug’s heritage for a short while in his youth, due to his brown hair when black is typical for most hailing from the Frostbeard clan from which the Snowborn were descended.

Forrug’s Father was a traveling merchant, a dealer of arms and armor. His father, Boffug Snowborn had decided it was time for his young son to learn the trade first hand, and brought him along to his latest journey. Their small sloop was ambushed as it made its way down a river who’s name he could not recall as they made their way to a city he never knew. 

He remembered the whistle of crudely made arrows, the scream of his father as one pierced his arm and the sound of splintering wood as their ship crashed against the banks of the river. They hid in the ship as the goblins that ambushed them struggled to cross the river, since their prey had landed on the opposite side of the rapids. By the time they left the ship, night had fallen and they camped in the nearby forest. 

After nearly a month they’d returned home, lacking the cargo they’d left with. 

Forrug had learned little about trading in those days, but he’d mainly learned about survival. He found that when he was home, he missed the still silence of the forest. When he finally decided to set out from home, he simply wandered into the nearest forest and began his new life. He built a home from scratch, sold lumber, and forest game, and made his own life. With each successful sale he offered his praises to Armakak, hoping that one day the god might see value in him in Dungrimm’s Keep.