Roy Mordainhammer

 

I am not young, but neither am I old.  I was in the first generation born to those that survived the Fall.  I have done all that was asked of me by my elders and followed their directions in all things.  They told me that I needed to learn the trade of my fathers, I learned that trade.  When they told me that I needed to get married and have children, I got married and had children.  There were not that many prospective mates, and one was chosen for me, my Gilda.  We did not marry for love, but for a love of our people. Gilda became my love even though she was over twice my age at the time.  We raised five strong stalwart children together.  Marik my eldest, Prudence, Justina, Rose, and my youngest Stewart are my children, and I would do anything for them.  I have done anything for them.

The time that I spent by the forge was the best time that I spent in my life; I could almost forget the burden that was on my shoulders.  Thodris’haft has been the only place that I have ever lived and smithing has been my life.  It took me nearly twenty years to craft my masterwork and leave my Journeyman status.  My Mentor told me that the armour that I built was worthy of the clan, but that since there was no commerce, none would praise my handiwork for what it was worth, but I had done my part to keep the craft alive for times when it would be again valued.  Since that day I have been focusing instead on forging and constructing armour for the Drop Guard, the people that protect the Refuge (or in Dwarvish Thukul Kadashk Moradin-Glomekradsk, Protected Cradle in the arms of Moradin)  from whatever awaits us below.

That all changed when Marik, my eldest and most treasured son, insisted that he had to join the Drop Guard to protect the Refuge.  He had been dreaming of it for years and I relented when he came of age.  He promised me that after his tour of duty, he would come back and pick up the hammer and learn the skills of his forefathers, as I had done and marry and produce many strong children.  Gilda always said that I gave in too easily to my children’s desires.  But I had relented and he had sworn to return.  I nearly died when I was told that Marik had fallen of the drop.

There was little choice in it.  I came to the Drop to seek Marik; to discover that it was an error.  I intend to bring my Marik back to my Gilda and to make sure that his oath is properly filled.  Gilda must have known what I was about to do because she brought me her favourite axe from the time before and bade me all the luck that could be found.

My equipment:

My Masterpiece armour, plate, lovingly crafted by my own hands from less than 100gp worth of steel ingots.  Gilda’s Great axe that I wear on back, a more practical battle-axe and my shield crafted years after the Plate to be a matching set with the personal arms of my house, a black with a circle of gold enamel and a smith’s Hammer upright resting on its handle.  My hammer at my side.  Dungeoneers Pack, with a lovingly wrapped loaf of dwarf bread.