As far as young Aderito could remember being a slave is all he knew, when he was just barely a year old his father sold him to the orcs as a slave along side his mother. For many years he spent his life mining away in a camp deep inside of a mountain range. His mother gotten ill and the only way to save her was to escape and find her medicine. The day arrived when he seen his chance to run it was just after the orcs when on there hunt. He snuck up behind the guard keeping the slaves at bay. With a mighty thrust he swung his pickaxe deep into the spine of the orc, It dropped dead. He told everyone to run but this is what they knew this was home he had no choice his window closing fast he ran, for many days he traveled where he found a injured wolf he was hungry but he decided to give the last piece of food he had to the wolf and they became traveling companions. As he wondered the lands looking for a trader he gathered materials forging himself weak and nearly useless armors but it made him feel like he had a purpose. One day as he was sleeping he heard His companion start barking and growling. It was a traders cart that was carrying exactly the medicine he needed. He traded and headed back for the camp. But when he arrived to his horror everyone was dead there bodys hanging from buildings, ripped apart his mother was sliced in half from her shoulder to her hip he cryed in anger but a old man that was barely alive told him to come here Aderito, as he walked over he told him with his dieing breath, Don't seek vingence go settle and build your self a family its the only way to be content in this life.. The old man passes. As the years pass Aderito found the one place he wants to call home apon the peak of a great stone mountain. Where he would start setting up and building his forever home, He also begin designing the best armors in the lands. Often visiting Kaz'ulrah to sell his armors.
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