Role

Chapter 1

Born to a young couple in Mortorn, Ckhjorh was loved profoundly and he brought great joy to his parents. Ckhjorh was very curious as a lad, questioning to better understand life in general.
His parents knew his curiosity would eventually lead him on adventures of great danger, so they began to shield him from the truth. He was very sheltered and his questions were replied
to with vague answers. Still, the curiosity and burning within him eventually lead him outside of Mortorn one dark and stormy night....
After most had gone to bed, he snuck down the halls and through a secret exit, he had never been outside the protected walls alone. After he exited the Castle, he found himself in a downpour
of rain and the crackling sounds of thunder growing ever closer. He was wet, but strangely he was not afraid, he felt as-if someone or...Something was with him, standing in the darknesss with
him and protecting him. His young mind quickly became distracted from this once-in a lifetime moment and wandered down the mountain, eventually seeing smoke and a horrible smell drifting
ever closer to him...
An Orcish guard spotted the young dwarf and snarled at him with a sickening grin. As the young dwarf tried to run, he fell down and was swarmed by orcs.
Dragged away to Tremblefist, the overlord of the Orc clan ordered the dwarf to be fed to the young orcs. He was taken and thrown into a pit and swarmed by the young orcs and a few goblins.
that is where he came face to face with a changing moment in his life. He lost his innocence. The orc lunged and grappled with the young dwarf, biting chunks of his ears apart..
During this, the young dwarf was not afraid, he felt that presence yet again, almost a voice in his ear which told him to fight. Fight, You must fight.
The dwarf begin to throw punches, uppercutting and clobbering the orc, leaving it on the ground and asleep. The dwarf for the first time of his life, prayed for aid...
Almost as if instantly, a light beam transported the dwarf out of the pit and near an olive grove.

A strong feeling in his very being pulsated, he felt he was close to the friend that stood with him earlier.
Not long after stumbling through the grove, he was picked up and escorted back to Mortorn by a Paladin named Gharis.
Along the way he was educated on how the world really was, about light and darkness and those walking between it. Gharis told him that the god Panmorne's Temple was near where he was found.
Upon arriving at Mortorn, there was bodyparts of dwarves littering the ground. The gateguards looked at Gharis and the young dwarf with a sadness in their eyes...
Your parents are dead lad...We were attacked by the Empire, your parents loved you and knew one day you would leave. It seems fate lead Gharis to you. Gharis is now your master.
He will train you, the guards said as gharis and the guards spoke privately.