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 fightingi 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.