(well the lore page there doesnt work but here goes nothing) Being born in a small un named village on the island of Skjoldier, bordering the frozen wasteland a small village, un mapped and unheard of yet information spread of happenings on other continents reached the ears of the dwarves in the small village, Hovour Anvilspine lived a rather calm life, and never ventured outside of the village exept for gathering firewood, all in all he is a rather uncultured in the ways of how people act to higher authorities. During his first 40 some odd years, he studied the lay of the land and how materials could be used or how their properties may function. Fortunetly enough he led a rather calm life.
However that changed when a forge suddenly blew up in the middle of the night, fire roared, and as he left his house all he saw was footprints from what he assumed to be the people of the village. With nothing but the clothes he had on he ventured out into the frozen wastes, closing in on the outskirts of The queens Domain he took the skills he had aquired through minor studies, and conversations with one of the huntsmen to survive... And thats how the story is so far, what is left is yet to be told.
