Beldal Anvilbreaker
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Beldal means "First Drinker"
Firstborn of the head of the Anvilbreaker clan, Beldal's future was decided. He would inherit his father's smithy and most likely the clan's stout physique. As the eldest, he was saddled with responsibility from early childhood, and the ring of the hammer and anvil was his daily music. But the rhythm was familiar and well... boring, and even as much as he enjoyed making his family proud, he enjoyed sneaking off to drink ale with his friends.
He was able to control his bad habit well enough to be allowed into the city defense force where he was quickly promoted largely due to his family reputation. During this time it wasn't too hard for him to win over the girl he fell in love with, and they were a celebrated couple. His firstborn was a daughter whom he adored, soon followed by a son.
But on the night of a well-known Dwarven holiday he was stuck with guard duty. Thinking he could get away with it, he slipped away, abandoning his post to drink with friends. He awoke to a nightmare. His city was under attack! He joined the fight, and the city successfully repelled the invaders, but at a very steep cost. His entire unit was lost, and his wife and children had died in the fire while he slept. It was at his post where the invaders had broken through, but no one was left alive who knew that it was his fault that so many had died. Only him.
Wracked with shame and rage, he left his home in search of a violent death in battle. But instead he only grew stronger and more capable with each new war, until he finally gave up on the idea of an escape from himself and instead began to try and redeem himself with as many acts of heroism as he could.
The legend of the Anvilbreaker clan:
In the center of the family lodge rests an enormous broken anvil. The story goes that many generations ago, an elderly legendary craftsman, hero, and giant among dwarfs was asked by his king to forge something worthy of being presented as an offering to Moradin. They say the sound of his hammer could be heard throughout the city, ringing out for days, weeks, and months. They say when the final blow was struck, the anvil broke with such a sound as could be heard throughout the entire nation. That moment he breathed his last and carried his masterpiece with him to the Astral sea to present it to Moradin in person. From that day on his descendants were known as the Anvilbreakers.
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Beldal means "First Drinker"
Firstborn of the head of the Anvilbreaker clan, Beldal's future was decided. He would inherit his father's smithy and most likely the clan's stout physique. As the eldest, he was saddled with responsibility from early childhood, and the ring of the hammer and anvil was his daily music. But the rhythm was familiar and well... boring, and even as much as he enjoyed making his family proud, he enjoyed sneaking off to drink ale with his friends.
He was able to control his bad habit well enough to be allowed into the city defense force where he was quickly promoted largely due to his family reputation. During this time it wasn't too hard for him to win over the girl he fell in love with, and they were a celebrated couple. His firstborn was a daughter whom he adored, soon followed by a son.
But on the night of a well-known Dwarven holiday he was stuck with guard duty. Thinking he could get away with it, he slipped away, abandoning his post to drink with friends. He awoke to a nightmare. His city was under attack! He joined the fight, and the city successfully repelled the invaders, but at a very steep cost. His entire unit was lost, and his wife and children had died in the fire while he slept. It was at his post where the invaders had broken through, but no one was left alive who knew that it was his fault that so many had died. Only him.
Wracked with shame and rage, he left his home in search of a violent death in battle. But instead he only grew stronger and more capable with each new war, until he finally gave up on the idea of an escape from himself and instead began to try and redeem himself with as many acts of heroism as he could.
The legend of the Anvilbreaker clan:
In the center of the family lodge rests an enormous broken anvil. The story goes that many generations ago, an elderly legendary craftsman, hero, and giant among dwarfs was asked by his king to forge something worthy of being presented as an offering to Moradin. They say the sound of his hammer could be heard throughout the city, ringing out for days, weeks, and months. They say when the final blow was struck, the anvil broke with such a sound as could be heard throughout the entire nation. That moment he breathed his last and carried his masterpiece with him to the Astral sea to present it to Moradin in person. From that day on his descendants were known as the Anvilbreakers.
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