Dan Claydon

Marius Orefield. The last remaining member of his family. He was born in a quiet mountain village, tucked out of the way of war. He lived there peacefully for most of his young years. Until one day his family were killed in a brutal snow storm. So he fled to the world of humans, a world without snow. As he turned 18 he found himself working in a human mining town, crafting swords and shields. Although he was a Dwarf he wasn't born with the skill of the hammer and not long after he started work the blacksmith quickly caught on and requested he'd be enlisted in the local army instead. Conflicted that he was now fighting for the same people that had stolen land and waged war on dwarves in the past (1724) , he started to drink and in ignorance pushed through. Over the years he progressed through the ranks, slowly becoming a well 'war' seasoned young man. For 6 years he fought for the humans, in the mud, the fire and the ashes. Being shipped from town to town, he grew tired of blood shed and pain. He strived for a more peaceful and creative life. One morning, his squadron was ambushed from a group of Orcs. He saw this as an opportunity to flee from his life a soldier. After 6 months on the run he found a peaceful Dwarvern town resting inside an old mossy forest. This is where he settled for many years. Still on the run from the humans, he created a new life for himself and went under the nickname 'Mars'. With his old life and past trauma buried under a gut full of Ale and a mouth full of pie he spent years re-learning how to live as a Farmer and not a Mercenary. Now he is 32 and comfortably tipsy. Will his old life wash up one day and pull him back into chainmail or will his life of Ale brewing and fishing keep him hooked? His next chapter is about to be written.