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About Morgrym Stoneheart

From the stone comes life

These are the words that Morgrym has heard all his life, first from his family as he was raised as a young dwarf amoung his clan, then from the clerics who guide the path.

Morgrym spent his early years of life learning his peoples ways, learning their arts and their history as was expected. what he spent his own time learning was how the stone that they all lived in and took for granted, he studied its secrets, his bond with the earth was strong and he always felt that while his feet were on the ground he was a force that could not be ignored.

Young dwarves have alot of free time in Morgrym's clan so they can pursue their own intrests and learn about the world around them. For Morgrym this ment many hours in the hall of heros, looking up to the great statues of all the dwarves of the clan that have done great things, leaders getting them through tought times, warriors defending the clan home from danger and many more with many storied acomplishments. Morgrym even fondly remembers the day he got to see one of the clan to be honored with entry into the hall of heros, there was a great banquet and allies from nearby villages and settlements even came to honor the hero. During the cerimony when the clanlord bestowed the necklas that all heros of the clan are given Morgrym swore to himself that he would bring great honor to his clan and one day make himself remembered as a hero in these halls standing for eternity in stone next to all those he admired.

Morgrym felt that the best path to take to become a hero of his people would be to become a great warrior, he has alway been naturally strong and was fairly tough even for a dwarf, he did not want to join the militar to learn to fight as they would have him stay in the clan home and give him no chance for heroism unless there was a direct war. No he decided that he would learn the ways of combat from one of the paladin orders, he always felt a bond to something beyond himself so this could help him down two paths at the same time.

And so he joined the church dedicated to Grundinnar, god of peace, eager to learn combat he was the first initiat to sign up for the training with the high masters in which he assumed they would learn how to wield a weapon and take an opponent head on, what he arived to was nothing of the like. The masters were teaching the value of diplomacy. Halfway through Morgrym got up to leave believing that there was nothing for him to learn here, he wanted to fight and through blood make a name for himself. The master called out to Morgrym and asked why he was leaving, proudly Morgrym told the master of his asperations and that there is no glory in talking to an oppenent. To his suprise the master agreed, but followed with a leason that Morgrym has kept close to mind ever since "there is no glory in diplomacy it is true, there are few heros rememered for talknig their way out of a problem also solvible by combat, but there is also little glory in bloodying your blade on every throat that crosses your path, as that is mearly the path of a tyrant"

Morgrym spend months with the other initiats learning all the church would teach him after that, knowing every tool he learned to use was another he could use to bring himself one step closer to the hall he ever so desired to be part of. Morgrym excelled at the arts of sword and shield combat, was proficient in using is inner eye to see the auras of evil that can wander the world, but he repeatedly failed to call upon the devine forces to bless his strikes against foes, even the harmless undead created for the training in these powers. After weeks of failure at this technique the masters took Morgrym for a private training. they began with meditating even the masters could feel that he had power within him, perhaps he was trying to call on it in the wrong way and needed aditional guidance. Morgrym eager to improve at the one area he seemed to lag behind other initiats he gladly came to this training open minded. They guided him in meditation, in prayer, in preparing his weapon. And this time when he went to strike a blow against the training skeleton no radiance came but a sheen of purest metal, something dwarves crave the chance to work on, adamantium, his arm felt like it gained the weight of the earth striking truer and harder than ever but at the same time true and easier than usual. The masters in awe with bright faces told him that this power he held is a rare one, one dwarf in a clan per generation more or less was born with this, he was a stone lord, the earth was not only his friend as a dwarf, gleened from living amoung the stones of hs fore fathers but the earth itself can lend him its power and if he learned to develop this skill he could become almost like living stone.

Morgrym delighted in this new discovery of power, a rare power for a hero would certainly make him stand out in legend, he had a few more years of training still in this monistary before he could make his pilgramidge out into the world as was the way of the church. he studied well, fought hard and honed his earth powers, listening to it and relying on it in times when others powers would do them little good, becuase while they could excel at fighting the evil creature of the world a stonelord can call the powers of the earth on any foe if need be but never forgeting that violence is only the answer to violence, there are better ways to solve issues against the smaller people of the world.

After years of training and growing into his strengths the Head priest of his onclave called him to his office and told him that he had learned all he could with them despite knowing little of his powers, they told him that most of their knowledge of the stonelords had been lost with the great quest for the sky all those years ago and there have actually been only a few born since. The time for his pilgramidge had come, he was to set out into the world and spread peace where he could and vanquish evil where it stood could he not. they gifted him a axe, shield, armor and provisions and an invitation to an envoy to the stolen lands to the south, lands that needs to be taken back from brigands and thieves and perhaps other quests too.

So with a heart full of hope Morgrym set forth to make a name for himself and bring glory to the clan, his first step on the path of a hero.