JayKottaram

Juldohrm was born 24 years ago, to parents Jandohrm Earthwubba and Maglidaki Earthwubba. Jandohrm was a banker, and Maglidaki was a housewife. Juldohrm was born two years after the founding of the Under-Realm of Urguan, and from the day of his birth to the day of his father’s death, he heard his father sing forever the praises of the new Dwarven kingdom, which was meant for ALL dwarves, and singing the praises of the then Under-King Fimlin Grandaxe. As a child, Juldohrm was always different from his fellow children. He was more alert, more friendly, conducted himself with niceness and kindness, and was also pretty heckin smart for a child. Juldohrm showed great promise as a businessdwarf of some kind, starting his own venture and making stacks of minae. Juldohrm, unlike the trope everyone thinks of, really relished the idea of being a big businessdwarf. In between classes, he would daydream of being a big-name financier, or maybe inventing a new kind of super-ale, or maybe a weapons producer. He always daydreamed of using his business, whatever it would be, to help the Under-Realm surge in strength to become the greatest power in the world. During the Three-Months’ War, Jandohrm was fixated on news of the war. Juldohrm would always ask his father what had happened, and why it was happening. Juldohrm was 15 at the time, and was an impressionable youth, and Jandohrm taught Juldohrm everything he knew about Dwarven history and the reasons that Dwarven nationalism is needed. Juldohrm absorbed every bit, and although like many other Forest Dwarves, Juldohrm never hated the other races, he was always the most fond of his own kind, Dwarvenkind. When Utak Ireheart took the throne of Under-king in 1727, Juldohrm and Jandohrm celebrated like father and son. Seeing their nation succeed was like seeing themselves succeed, and it brought them closer together as a family. Jandohrm was proud that his son was planning to go into business, not as an employee but as an entrepreneur, and so Jandohrm tutored Juldohrm from the age of 4 until Jandohrm’s death in 1729. Jandohrm died of sugar-sickness, but was surrounded by his then elderly wife and his son at that time. Jandohrm’s death, in a strange way, invigorated Juldohrm. Juldohrm gained a fire of determination. He would honor the name of his father even after his father’s death. He swore an oath on his father’s grave that one day, anyone who knew of his name, would honor the name of his father Jandohrm. Juldohrm set out to build a business empire, and even if he had to start out at the lowest possible position somewhere, one day he would make it big. In fact, a few nights after his father’s death, the Brathmordakin called Armakak appeared to Juldohrm in a dream, and told him that he was destined to acquire great wealth, however long that would take.

Jugemu was born 24 years ago to two Orc parents, Brihadlak (the father) and Mihimrirk (the mother) who were founding an outpost for their clan. From a young age, Jugemu detested violence unless it was necessary, and while he was physically very capable, his temperament was too friendly and happy to make himself the kind of great warrior his father and grandfather were. This all started at the age of 7, when Jugemu’s elder brother, Mugungung, gave Jugemu books about the wider world to read. Jugemu instantly fell in love not only with reading, but with learning as much about every world culture as he could. Mugungung was ordered by his clan to stop bringing books into the clan outpost, and he did, but this did not end Jugemu’s curiosity. Whenever the Orc clansmen would capture people, Jugemu would ask them everything about their culture. At the age of 10, Jugemu made a friend of a Mountain Dwarf, called Yeodar Irontoe, when Jugemu fetched the Mountain Dwarf some ale from his confiscated belongings. Jugemu also took a sip of the ale and something awakened within him. A kind of deep, wholesome energy started within him, and he asked the Mountain Dwarf where he could go to meet as many people as possible. The Mountain Dwarf replied that the best place to go would be the Republic of Ves, of course, considering how varied and diverse the main city of Ves itself was. Jugemu spent the next three years and several months of his life planning and plotting how to get to Ves. The journey from the Rexdom of Krugmar would be difficult, but Jugemu would make it to Ves one way or another. At the age of fourteen, Jugemu packed some essentials, such as bread, sausages, ginger ale, and whatever amount of currency he could scrounge, and in the middle of the night one week after his fourteenth birthday, stole into the night on his epic journey to Ves. It took a total of five years, and he met a great many people. He made a friend of a few Wood Elfs, and Wood Elfs rather liked Jugemu. Humans found him to be happy company and accepted him, and most people of Arcas liked him, save for true Orcs and High Elves, the latter due to their ignoring of the other races. (that is not to say they dislike Jugemu, they just don’t really care for different peoples). At the age of 19, Jugemu took odd jobs around the city in order to pay for a place to sleep. He hauled crates and helped merchants with their goods, which within five years, earned him a modest sum. Jugemu now wants to learn to brew drinks, with a specific end goal invention in his mind.