Yer name: Azaghal_Irongut
(minecraft name): xheraclesx
Age: 427
Race: Dwarf!
Profession: Swordsman/Miner (might donate again and switch to blacksmithing)
Highest skill level/what skill: 46/Swords
Relation to the family, (story):
Ah, just this very morn, my fathers spirit visited me when I was lying sprawled on a dirty tavern floor in New Terriko. With ma beard soppin' wet from a night full of cavorting, drinking and wenching, I could barely understand what e' was sayin'! Then, I might 'av fainted, but even tha' tis a blur.
T'was just moments ago when I rose from the ground and rubbed my bleary eyes that I realised the jist of what ma old Pop Dwarf was a'sayin. He said something of one night in his busy youth when 'e had ran away from 'is parents manor in an attempt to follow the one dwarf woman e' had ever loved, but his parents did not approve of.
Twas of this relationship that I was born, the spirit eerily put forth. However, ma' mother died in childbirth, and my father left me to the care of his friends family in his grief; the Thunderfist's clan, whereupon I 'ave resided to this very day, ignorant of my real family's connection, and good standing among dwarves.
I like to think myself as a changed dwarf, now! I have reason to drink to an excess in order to feel part of my fathers family.
Good Lord Hiebe, will ye take me in to ye noble and honourable family? Or will I be doomed to follow the footsteps of a house that I now know I do not fully belong....?
Sincerely, in my ale-induced haste and with shaking hands of realisation and uncertainy do I write.
~Azaghal