Role

Chapter 3

Thamuuk's original name is one now long lost to the ages, the
true origin of his name. Well that is something steeped in nearly
two hundred years of history. A time filled with War, Death and
new beginning which would ultimately shape Thamuuk into the dwarf
he is today. There is little doubt of his heritage and his fierce
defense of the village Akan, yet there is also a soft spot for the
elves.

Like most dwarves as a young child he spent his early years under
the watchful eyes of his parents in the Tavern of Mortorn. Also
much like all children in the mount he was no more than a few months
old before he picked up his first hammer. A big smile across his
face as he make cooing noises when he held it above his head soon to
be replaced by a loud thunk, screams and tears as the hammer fell
from his grip. Day after day his father toiled infront of the Forge
trusty hammer in hand seasoned anvil sedning a ringing through the
air. Day after day under the watchful eye of a child barely able to
crawl.

It was on a day much like the ones before it where everything changed..