Role

Chapter 2

Among the dwarves, courage isn't even a word within their vocabulary.
At least, not one often used. For there is no need for it with them.
To the dwarves, the ideals of courage are a way of life and being
not afraid to leap into most any dangers is a given and to be expected.
Even those whom might be considered tender in spirit amongst their
kind are considered fierce and bold when put in contrast to the world.
Vlaugniur was born the son of a blacksmith, one popular for his work.
One of the things Vlaugniur picked up from his father was his tongue.
Known for their curses and foul language, many avoided their company.
Vlaugniur was good with the forge, but his heart just wasn't in it.
The need to always be on the move seemed to linger in his spirit somewhere.
When his father's heart failed in his sleep, he did not linger long.
Vlaugniur came onto the world with fierce ambition and determination.
He wasn't shocked at the way the world had turned to reliance on
civilizations and upon magic, for he had heard the rumors and stories.
But it sure did disgust him. The first thing he did was seek out
those known as villagers, for they were popular among his clan.