Im a wee little beardling and but in my infancy my parents both died in a mining accident, my mother was 321 and my father 673. I hear lots of stories about how great of a warrior and my father was and the healing powers that my mother had. After the accident I was then adopted by another dwarven family in which my father was a great blacksmith and my mother was stay at home but was mostly just aiding my father along with me. One dreadful night then was a banging on our door and my father immediately hid me away and told me to be quiet, As my father approached the door with his axe at hand, a magic bolt blasted the door down and my mother came running to my fathers aid, Without hesitation I watched them kill her in front of me, without even blinking an eye. My father went berserk but was quickly knocked out by some kind of dark magic. He was picked up and the men left on some sort of big creature. It was over as fast as it had happened but know I am on the hunt for the people who took my father who killed my mother, I plan on getting my vengeance.
