The Life of Trivelry the Dwarf

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A seemingly odd Dwarf. Trivelry was born in a small Nation...he was raised until the age of 9, when the "Drought War" had begun. We were fighting an overpowered nation for water. Although it was rough above ground, the Orcs had been mining under the ruins of our nation, taking all ores and placing LOADS of TNT. The explosion began in the castle itself and was quickly rising toward us... I survived the blow, landing in a tree but my mother and father died... I quickly ran to the Cloud Temple of Aegis. They had sent me to The Great Kingdom of Oren, not long after. I found shelter there, and have been living there since the age of 11 to 16. Hopefully, my life will start to get better... But, I have some very nice skills... Through my ages 11 - 16, I learned to cook, fish, hunt the "New Enemy", and sneak! I also learned to use the bow. (Not common for a dwarf!)My neighbor, Hlashe Triolly, had tought me all these skills. I had started to think of him as a father around 12... I have also been shown how to use my Dwarven instinct, which took one year! So, now about this time i'm 13. A VERY rough time, because my debts were due, sadly I had only the job as a table cleaner. (Although it did pay more than regular, as Dwarves are honestly slobs...) Of course, Hlashe had payed most of the bills for me and gave me a job as a forger. He was amazed with my skills and gave me top rank. I was now easily reeling in money. It felt nice to know i could pay my next debt. Around... 14? ... yes, 14! I had made my best freind, he was...well... an Orc. We both new of the war, but we didn't mind, becuase we had the same lifestyle. So the years passed until the year 16...where I am now a VERY experienced forger, and Hlashe had recently passed away, I am now sad, and have turned from my normal chores, and lifestyle. To villagers I’m a sneaky person… although I’m very nice… I don’t like showing my face, which is why I have a hoody. The only one who’s seen me without my hoody is my good friend, Thon, the Orc I spoke about earlier. He and I have been searching the ruins of my town for clues of as of what my family name was, and for anything valuable…

One day, I know we’ll find something…Hopefully some day soon… I am currently resorting to sanity… I think if I can get a grip on sanity, I’ll be able to enroll in a school, where I can be taught once again, and get a newer, better job! I am planning on getting a house soon, once a have enough money… nowadays I hunt for food, scavenge trash for money, and for clothes… I use cloth found in the ruins of my nation… Eventually I came across another traveler who was takin’ to the authorities for… attempted murder… I don’t blame him… he could only be sane for so long… I have the scar to prove the murder… so… to this day I’m considered a… hobo… which really isn’t offensive considering I’m a Dwarf! Who knows… maybe things will get better?

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