Ashardalon lived in a small goblin village at the peak of a mountain in Urguan territory due to his mutations he was an outcast and wasn't like his fellow war like brethren wishing to learn from the spoils of raids rather then trying to sell or melt down the goods. Ashardalon wished to learn more about the world and it's technology he has learned of this devise called a crossbow from the few words he figured out. Eventually Ashardalon ended up unable to kill someone during one of the raids and was put on the village defense for several years afterwards until the village saw him spare yet another person and even give them their food. Ashardalon tried to defend himself but was banished from the village though he stayed near the town out of site in order to warn travelers though most would just scoff at him at best and beat him at worst when the village had gotten big enough they decided to take all nearby land as theirs as such they found and burned almost every town and building they could see including his home.
Several hours after his home burned down he vowed that no one would suffer a fate for being themselves as he did and packed up what was left from the fire and headed out traveling for 3 year with a dwarven caravan from The Grand Kingdom of Urguan who had been sent in to clean up the goblin mess helping them track down the people who i once called my clan i was still under harsh conditions but at least i knew that no one would try to kill me in my sleep with them once i considered my debt to them fulfilled and gaining the title of honorary dwarf, the caravan headed out to Kal'Darakaan with nothing else to do for them i lived there for 5 years and lived a low class but good life until i had enough money to head on the road and make my Vow a reality not forgetting the people who helped my i figured the best way to find those in need was to make a caravan.
