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"it all started when i was a little boy, born in  the Mines of Moria. I had a brother, a mom, and a father but when i turned 8 my father went out to fight for the dwarf people. A year later a week before i turned 9 my mother got news that our father died due to the elves, the messenger said that the elves were standing there watching as our people died and when they finally came down their king stepped on my fathers body, clinging to life. about 3 months later me and my brother went out to gather fire wood when we noticed huge figures across the river. we werent sure what they were so my older brother went and looked, then all i  heard were blood screams so i rushed over there, and there he was on the ground smushed like a sack of tomatoes.

as i approached the age of 16 i realized i wasnt very educated but i was very strong and good at fighting so i decided to help my brothers and went to join them to fight for the dwarf peoples. I saw many horrors  that scared me forever, i saw so much blood shed out there, and at a young age i wasnt ready for it but i knew later on i would  be.  i went back home a couple years later to see my mother, only to find out moria had been taken by the orcs, i didnt know until i walked inside the secret entrance and saw the bodies everywhere. I knew I couldnt be there so i joined my brothers back on the battlefield, and here we are today, still fighting".