Bofgar Morarr has lived his entire life in Absalom. He is the son of a simple merchant dwarf who has forgotten the ways of his father and father's father. While a small dwarfling his granfa would regale him with tales of the Sky Citadels their kind had raised. Why granfa had brought the family to Absalom he would keep secret until the day of his death. With Bofgar holding his hand he finally whispered,
"Granson....I came....for the heroes...and I found one...in you..."
While expensive the family paid for granfa to be buried deep in the tombs beneath the city, where the cut stone turns to raw rock. During his burial his possessions were handed out including the weapon Gimthic. It had been nearly three hundred years since the old dwarf came to the city, and this massive dwarven waraxe was one of his few possessions at the time.
One of the few mementos of a time of great heroes is the family weapon, Gimthic. The story granfa would tell was of an ancestor, a great king and smith. He had a rival who claimed that the greatax was best weapon to slay an orc with. The ancestor however argued that a dwarven warxe was superior. When the rival claimed a waraxe could never be big or sharp enough to drink the blood of a thousand orcs the smithking went to his forge. After two months of work he emerged with a weapon larger then any before it's time. Still glowing red from the flames he quenched it in the life-blood of a thousand orcs and settled the argument. Gimthic, the laughing victor, was passed down the line until finally reaching the hands of Bofgar.
Still a young by dwarf standards Bofgar Morarr has done his best to make his ancestors proud. While only truly able to wield Gimthic when deep in a battle rage, this is when Bofgar feels his granfa's smile upon him. Rumors abound in the Foreigner District that the barbarian dwarf has the true heart of one who belongs in a Sky Citadel. Good coin is paid for his hand in in a fight, and many are prevented from his presence in a room.
Bofgar particularly enjoys the story of a Shoanti tribesman who tried to steal the weapon amidst a barfight. Only to trip and stagger from its weight, severing his own head.
With each day, and each job, the barbarian-of-civilization hopes to find the true call to adventure. A time when he can really become the hero his granfa saw years ago. His life of breaking skulls and shattering tables leaves him wanting. Gimthic pulls him towards a gander destiny, like that of his ancestor king or the mangod Cayden Cailean.
