Musahsi81004

My life was always bland, compared to those around me. While other kids were playing and enjoying their youth, I was working to help secure my place in the world. My parents were not always around. My father, may he rest in the great mead hall, was a member of the Legion before he died fighting Krungmar. My mother is a teacher on how to make the finest jewelry that the dwarves have to offer. Hasving no-one home lead to me doing odd chores for those that ended up watching me while my parents were away. When I reached the age of 16, I was out doing odd jobs around the walls that defended our great kingdom. A wagon broke down close the road, and one of the people from the caravan came up to ask for help. I agreed to help them and just as I was about to finish reattaching their wheel to the wagon, I was knocked unconcious from behind. I later awoke inside of a force-labor camp. These people happened to be from the Krungmar, having been terrorising the Dwarven kingdom for years now. I was forced to mine all of the ores needed to make the weapons used against us. After fourteen long years, the dwarven army finally attacked Krungmar and freed those of us that were captured in their labor camps. I have just returned to kingdom, and this is where my story begins anew.