I was born in the Kingdom of Haense, Markev. I was 2 years old when my parents decided to abandon me. A dwarven blacksmith named Grunok found me in the streets and then raised me as his own. I spent most of my childhood living inside the city walls of Markev with Grunok. He gave me a proper education and taught me everything he knew about blacksmithing. When I was 19, Grunok and I were on a trip to Kal’Tarak, because it was Grunoks birthplace and good place to buy high quality metals for the forge. On the road to Kal’Tarak, we were ambushed by a group of orcs. Grunok tried to fight them off and told me to run back to Markev. He was outnumbered 1 to 5. When I ran, I looked back. The only one standing was the biggest orc of the group, an olog. Grunok was dead. I managed to escape back to Markev, but I was all alone. After Grunoks death I took over the forge and worked hard as a blacksmith. Most of my metals and tools still come from Kal’Tarak. I spend a good amount of my earnings on mercenaries for protection on my trips to Kal’Tarak. Over the years I have developed a hatred towards orcs. I show no mercy and have no remorse for them.
