Thurick-IronBlood

Thurik was born in the year 1146 to a humble miner of a vassal clan to Clan Frostbeard during the reign of the old Kingdom of the Dwarves, a little over two hundred years before Thorik Grandaxe would found the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Thurik’s father had named him closely after the Grand King, and when Thurik was yet in the later stages of his beardling years...he became a blacksmith for the Clan Frostbeard, his family’s patron clan. He helped forge many an axe for his superiors, having learned from an old dwarf of 754 years: Snorki Irontooth. Snorki taught him the advanced arts of crafting durable shafts, hilts, and sharp blades of dwarven make. But before long, Snorki’s age got the better of him, and though his mind was still sharp, his body was infirm and incapable. The weight of caring for his old friend and mentor was now upon Thurik, and he labored hard day and night to provide for the warriors of Urguan in order to maintain a livelihood for himself and Snorki. Yet shortly before the Battle of the Cloud Temple, Thurik returned to his house inside the mountain, perched above the other dwarven dwellings to find Snorki deceased in his sleep. This loss took its toll on Thurik, and for many days and many nights he mourned. Worked did he not, nor fought. He simply lied on the cold, stone bedplace and contemplated his life now that his only friend in the world was gone. But when the battle took place, Thurik had no choice but to rise and flee with the rest of his kin. Participating in the battle as a grunt, he managed to escape with the others to their new destination. The years passed, and Thurik turned to a life of sword and coin. Being a mercenary was the only way Thurik could ease his suffering - he would adventure out multiple times, never staying in one place for too long lest his mind idle and think of those he lost: his father, his mother, his mentor. Recently, when Hamnil Frostbeard became High King of Kaz’Ulrah, Thurik decided to settle in the capital and find a new way of life….something he had not dared to do for countless years, he couldn’t remember. But now he is ready, and willing, to forge a new life of steel and dwarven metal….a life of a mountain dwarf with nothing to lose but everything to gain in the new social order.

Thurik was born in the year 1146 to a humble miner of a vassal clan to Clan Frostbeard during the reign of the old Kingdom of the Dwarves, a little over two hundred years before Thorik Grandaxe would found the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Thurik’s father had named him closely after the Grand King, and when Thurik was yet in the later stages of his beardling years...he became a blacksmith for the Clan Frostbeard, his family’s patron clan. He helped forge many an axe for his superiors, having learned from an old dwarf of 754 years: Snorki Irontooth. Snorki taught him the advanced arts of crafting durable shafts, hilts, and sharp blades of dwarven make. But before long, Snorki’s age got the better of him, and though his mind was still sharp, his body was infirm and incapable. The weight of caring for his old friend and mentor was now upon Thurik, and he labored hard day and night to provide for the warriors of Urguan in order to maintain a livelihood for himself and Snorki. Yet shortly before the Battle of the Cloud Temple, Thurik returned to his house inside the mountain, perched above the other dwarven dwellings to find Snorki deceased in his sleep. This loss took its toll on Thurik, and for many days and many nights he mourned. Worked did he not, nor fought. He simply lied on the cold, stone bedplace and contemplated his life now that his only friend in the world was gone. But when the battle took place, Thurik had no choice but to rise and flee with the rest of his kin. Participating in the battle as a grunt, he managed to escape with the others to their new destination. The years passed, and Thurik turned to a life of sword and coin. Being a mercenary was the only way Thurik could ease his suffering - he would adventure out multiple times, never staying in one place for too long lest his mind idle and think of those he lost: his father, his mother, his mentor. Recently, when Hamnil Frostbeard became High King of Kaz’Ulrah, Thurik decided to settle in the capital and find a new way of life….something he had not dared to do for countless years, he couldn’t remember. But now he is ready, and willing, to forge a new life of steel and dwarven metal….a life of a mountain dwarf with nothing to lose but everything to gain in the new social order.

A distant relative of the Ireheart and Frostbeard, Thurik set off to the caverns to help the children of the cavern dwarves during the great expulsion of their Clan. Having a soft spot for his distant relatives, he embarks on a journey to help his brothers take back a former stronghold, but alas it was for naught. Too many lives were lost, many of Irongut,Tunnelsmasher and Goldhands were slain that day, which left a young Thurik lost and in grief for a long time. For a while, he became a mercenary for those with the coin, and a warrior for when Urguan called for it. He pleaded to with his fellow kinsmen for help, but they would not have the dwarfs lose more of their own for even then there was too much loss and with that Thurik left lands for a short time, keeping to himself for an odd 50 years and then suddenly decided to help again when the king was nowhere to be found! For a couple decades they searched across the land but it was for naught; they could not find him. There is strife among the politicians on who should lead next, though many argue the King is just on a extended vacation. News of his return have been spreading across the land, and to hush those false hopes, he is chosen to be a representative of the the Monarchy. Now Thurik is on a journey to spread the word, and makes new friends along the way, though he can come off as brash and rude. 500 years of hardship can do that to you, but it doesnt stop his heart of gold, on which he attempts to rescue everything that calls for him. Thurik IronBlood, an old warrior whos journey is not over yet, carries on.