youknowwhoiam

                                                                                                                                      the story of dúrin

my father was a smith in the revived town of Kal'Karaad, my mother was a trader and a member of the da kirkja dverga. she worshipped yemekar, the creator. i was a only child. my father always used to train me in the arts of smithing and my mother always teached me about trading. when i turned 19 i wanted to join the army my father was proud of me to become a warrior, my mother was worried. I learned the art of combat quickly. I even made some friends in the army.  when i was 20 i went on my first expedition to destroy a large orcish raiding camp. i bid my parents farewell, they where ofcourse concerned that i was going to battle. i was shocked but exited when battle begun. i was almost killed by a bandit but my captain saved me. i saw an orc mage fire large magic bolts, one nearly hit me. we thaught that we won, but the battle was not yet over. through the sounds of fighting i heard roars, i knew it had to be ologs. i screamed: ''olog!'' but no one heard me. i had to move to the artillery and tell them to fire on to the charging ologs. i started running toward the engineers, i was almost there, but then i was attacked by 2 orcs. the fighting was hard nut i managed to defeat them. i finaly reached the engineers. they aimed the cannons at the ologs, who where almost at the frontline. the cannons fired in a roar. the ologs fell just before reaching our lines. with the sight of the warbeast dead, the orcs started to run. i lost a few good friends. on the way back we where ambushed by a forces of goblins and war uzgs. i joined the town guards for a few years. i learned some more blacksmithing from my father. he was eager to learn me his craft. i was 26 when i started traveling. my father gave me an axe he made, i named it orc slayer, cause i hoped i will slay a lot of orcs. my mother also gave an gift, she gave me some gold coins. i said goodbye to all my friends. i traveled far and wide to elven city's like haelun'or and the lands of men, but deep down i still had the cold hatred to all orcish, goblin, and olog life. my parents died a few years back due to old age, i was sad but not shocked. i am now 37 and my adventures are not over.