Jemjinlok
Visitor
Dern grew up in the mountainous mines near Coveteous. He used to kick huge piles of ore form the Coveteous mines all the way to the blacksmith shoppe in Vesper. And it was there that he first heard of the great adventurers that fought both the monsters and murderers throughout the land.
One day, the Guildmaster of one of the local honor guilds asked Dern to join his order. This particular group was concerned with hunting the murderers and brigands of the land, and protecting the innocent. And thus, with the number of brigands afoot at that time, they were quite busy. They were always in need of repairs and replacements of lost armor & weapons. Which was fine with Dern, because that meant he also got to hear of all the stories of Valor and good deeds.
Everything seemed to be perfect in Dern's world. He had all he ever dreamed of, and couldn't imagine it being any better than this. But little did he know of how his life was to change so soon...
After a weekly guildmeeting, a number of the warriors were at Dern's forge getting repairs and telling their tales when the cry for help came. There was trouble at the Coveteous mines! The miners there (his friends) were being slaughtered by a buch of ruffians!
A long time has passed now. The brigands and murders have been beaten back, his guild is gone, and there are no more stories passed around the forge. Dern still bangs out weapons and armor, and manages to even sell a peice or two thorugh his vendor friends, but the war drums have long gone silent. The only sound is that of hammer and steel in a lonely forge....
One day, the Guildmaster of one of the local honor guilds asked Dern to join his order. This particular group was concerned with hunting the murderers and brigands of the land, and protecting the innocent. And thus, with the number of brigands afoot at that time, they were quite busy. They were always in need of repairs and replacements of lost armor & weapons. Which was fine with Dern, because that meant he also got to hear of all the stories of Valor and good deeds.
Everything seemed to be perfect in Dern's world. He had all he ever dreamed of, and couldn't imagine it being any better than this. But little did he know of how his life was to change so soon...
After a weekly guildmeeting, a number of the warriors were at Dern's forge getting repairs and telling their tales when the cry for help came. There was trouble at the Coveteous mines! The miners there (his friends) were being slaughtered by a buch of ruffians!
A long time has passed now. The brigands and murders have been beaten back, his guild is gone, and there are no more stories passed around the forge. Dern still bangs out weapons and armor, and manages to even sell a peice or two thorugh his vendor friends, but the war drums have long gone silent. The only sound is that of hammer and steel in a lonely forge....