Golkry Forgetoe

Name: Golkry Forgetoe
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter

I was just a lad, at age 8, when my dad started me off learning the skills of the forge because he was the town blacksmith and he wanted me to take on the family business. One day my father and me were working in the mine to obtain some material for some armor. It just so happened that on that very day the trolls decided that they wanted that mine to their selves and they ransacked the place. All of the miners fought back bravely but in vain because they were not prepared for an all out attack and the trolls were. That faithful night all of those brave miners, including my father, were killed. The trolls did not see any reason to kill me because I was too young and inexperienced to do them any harm. So in lieu of killing me off right then and there they decided to take me and make me a slave. I worked for an old troll merchant until the day he was killed for cheating the blacksmith out of his money. During those few months I just did the grunt work for the old man and never got to even see a forge in those years. But when my master was killed I was then put to worked for the blacksmith that killed my master. About one year of doing the grunt work for the blacksmith he started falling behind on his weapon orders so he made me help and that was the day he realized I could make him money. I didn’t know at the time but the reason I was making the weapons was because the trolls were going into a time of war. If I had known that I was making weapons that were to be used to kill my old allies I would never have done my best at the forge. But I was young and I thought I might be able to impress the trolls with my skills at the forge and the forge always reminded me of my father so it made me happy to do that work. Soon after, my master and me became the number one blacksmiths in that town of the trolls. Years passed by and the trolls were still at war but their numbers were diminishing rapidly, so they decided that everybody capable of fighting needed to be trained; that included me. Sparing with even the young trolls was very difficult with, their overlarge weapons they were using. So I then realized that I could use my hammer well at the forge so why not in battle as well. After a month of agonizing training they decided it was time for a small band of troll whelplings and myself to head for the front of battle. I wasn’t nervous about going to war because I was around worse every day but when I saw the enemy, I knew I had to make a plan. I did not know the enemies personally yet they were still a band of dwarves. Once the battle and all of the confusion had started I knew it was time to put my plan into action. I pretended to fight a few dwarves by just knocking them down to fool the trolls into thinking I’m still on their side but after that I dashed to the back lines of the dwarven force with little resistance because the dwarves thought I was one of them. I waited back there pretending to be in their last line of defense until the army of dwarves won the battle. On the march back to the dwarven encampment, a heavily armored dwarf on a horse that was shouting out orders noticed I wasn’t wearing their armor’s crest. I realized this is the time that I should reveal myself because he looks like the one in charge of this army. They decided to take me back for questioning by their elders. There I was allowed to become a free dwarf in exchange for a year of service to their military as their armor smith.