Burlock

I was born in a small but prosperous Dwarven mining village in the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Amber Phoenix, 297. I came from a large family with many brothers and sisters. My father was the finest blacksmith in all of the village and I spent many an hour watching him craft beautiful axes or armors, that is of course when I wasn't finding ways to get out of doing my chores to listen to the warriors at the local inn tell stories of the lands beyond or just wasting time exploring the wilderness surrounding my village.

My desire to not explore is what saved my life, One day my mother sent me on an errand to a town that was a few days away. When I returned to my village it layed in ruins, all of my kinsfolk were dead. Whoever or Whatever was responsible had made sure they didn't leave any trace behind. I spent many years searching for revenge, but after finding none, I began wandering aimlessly through out the realms.

After many years I eventually passed by a city called crossings heading to the west towards a wolf clan, I laid eyes on the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I knew from that moment I was destined to be with this person for eternity. But I also knew that I would have to make something of myself before she would have anything to do with me, so I headed back to the crossings and joined the rangers guild, the only one that seemed appropriate for me. I took out a loan from the local government and bought myself some decent clothing and equipment and then set off to win over this lovely young trader. She eventually married me.

Burlock, tha dwarven ranger