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Notharran comes from a small baron-like clan turned mainly toward fighting intruders of all kinds in the depth of the caves they inhabit hardly. A simple warrior from blood and family, Notharran was never much of an adept in the art of words and still feels better acting out than ingaging in long plethora. *** The last thing Notharran remember is the pursuit of a small group of orcs. Led by his lieutenant, Grundal, along a small winding path a little outside the montain caves they called home. Trapped in an ambush Notharran saw most of his clan membres falling while he was knocked out from up a rock, left to fall to his death in the Silver river. He awakes with the sour realisation that his clan, well most of it anyway, is gone. Grieving, he is to try and find his way back home despite a surrounding that leaves him guessing of where he may have derive to. Hells, even the montains seems unfamiliar...

Notharran comes from the small nobility house of Axeflayer, a baron-like clan turned toward fighting intruders of all kinds in the depth of the caves they inhabit. A warrior from blood and family, Notharran was never much of an adept in the art of words and still feels better acting out than ingaging in long plethora. *** The last thing Notharran remember is the pursuit of a small group of orcs. Led by his father, Grundal, along a small winding path a little outside the montain caves. Trapped in an ambush Notharran saw most of his clan falling while he was knocked out from up a rock, left to fall to his death in the silver river. He awakes with the sour realisation that his family, well most of them anyway, is gone. Grieving, he is to try and find his way back home despite a surrounding that leaves him guessing of where he may have derive to. Hells, even the montains seems unfamiliar...