Story
Grunval Dugenhal was supposed to be like any other Dwarf. He lived under the Velm mountains loved stone and could not fit in.
Grunval had no talent mining or metal working, he would always be the first top pass out when drinking with the other dwarves. The only thing he seemed to be able to do right was stoke the forge for his father to craft. The constant pushing of the bellow gave Grunval such joy. When his mind was focused he found he could stoke the fire with his mind alone.
Grunval's father and mother Hargst and Marny love their son but just wanted him to fit in. The freedom of the air they would never understand.
Until one day the pressure of his parents and the ridicule of the other dwarves constant laughter at his attempts at "proper dwarven pursuits" forced Grunval to seek his fortune outside the mountain.
Little did Grunval know what was ahead or that for his parents knew he needed to be outside in the air and nagged him the whole way there.
Grunval had such a hard time being a dwarf, he wanted nothing to do l with the brewing on Snake Isle, but upon hearing the Starstone Trading Company seeking brave souls to cross the sea. This sounded the the perfect way to Grunval to leave it all behind and find himself.
Secret
From his father's forge Grunval heard rumor that the production of weapons and armor would never keep up the the demands of Drotsk's growing army.
Deathly Afraid
Grunval is deathly afraid earthquakes. When Grunval was a boy the mountain shook an section of the ceiling gave way almost crush the young dwarf.
Hate with a Passion:
Grunval hates goblins with a passion. Those worthless smelly verimin would crawl into the mountain tunnels, stealing food and even a baby (if they could get their hands on one) to feed themselves. Grunval would see these horrors on his patrols with the volunteer watch.
Loves
Grunval loves mushrooms. He has no idea why be he hasn't met a 'shroom he doesn't like.
Good and Bad Terms
Grunval is on good terms with his parents... its just everyone else who thinks he's less than the dwarf he ought to be.
Organization.
The Velm Mountain smithing guild. Grunval being the son of the top artisan knows it's members well and even though people would typically turn their noses up to him, Grunval was best man to have breathing into your forge.
Grunval doesn't know that when he was a baby a fire consumed his nursery. No one speaks of it because Grunval lost 2 sisters and a brother he never knew he had.
Odd thing though the fire consumed so much of room, but when it got to the little Grunval baby it was snuffed out as if all the air vanished for a moment from the room.
