Role

Chapter 5

Skolgrar lived a life of many lows as well as highs throughout
his life even in his youth. He was born of the IronFist name
in Kiadanah-Rah as the art of working metal had been passed on
through many generations of his ancestors even. His father, being
a blacksmith, began to teach Skolgrar the ways of his art as well
as make certain he knew how to harness his great strength. As he
was supposed to take over where his father would leave off when he
grew too old. However, at a very young age a raging group of duergars
slipped into the depths of the Mountain in an attempt to enslave
as many giants as they could. Chaos ensued, body parts were flying left
and right, those of giants' and duergars'. Skolgrar watched it all
from the confines of his house just as a few duergars broke through
the door. They went straight for Skolgrar and shackled him up to
hinder his escape. As he screamed his father ran through the door
taking out a duergar on first impact. The duergars surrounded him
after they heard the death cry of their comrade. Alas they ganged up
on him and he was only able to take one of their lives with that of his
own as they decapitated him. I stared in awe at my father's head as
his eyes remained motionless, seemingly staring right back at Skolgrar.
With that the duergar put a blindfold on Skolgrar and took him and
a few other captives down into the deep folds of the Underdark.