Thalgoun Greyfeet was an average Dwarf, bought up well by loving parents, cared for and cared by the community and never fought in wars or had any traumatic experience. With the exception of one. One that he was forces into by his loved ones, ones he cared not for and himself. A thirst for blood and war forged by the Dwarves hatred of Orc. He and his kindred marched on the gates of Krugmar with their legions of Warriors, Berserkers and Archers and they broke the iron and rock of the first gate and raided the Orc lands. Much Orcish blood was spilt that day, but more Dwarvish blood stained the Earth and the battle was lost. To this day he has not recoved from the scars of the lost and the hatred of the dark. He returned to Urguan and pledged to never stop the hunt for the extinction of evil and avenge his fallen allies. And so in the caverns and forges of Urguan, he slowly builds up his hate, polishes and reinforces his armour and sharpens his sword. The hunt will end one of two ways, darkness will take him or he will take darkness.
