Halast

My Story begins in the Dragonspine mountains. Not odd at all for a Dwarf. My family worked the mountains for others, making them rich on our labor. We were poor often going without food. It was a hard life but not remarkable for those of my clan. We are dwarfs we are used to hardship. Alas my father broke his leg one fateful day. He was unable to work for over a month. Our family fell on hard times our debts grew to huge amounts. Left with no alternative I was sold into slavery in order to pay our debts. I was trained to fight, to battle in the arena for the amusement of others. I did not do well, I am small even for my race, and weak. I was constantly abused and beaten from my lack of skill. I got lucky on night and made my escape. I ran as fast as my feet would carry me. Past farms, past villages, past guards and gateposts. I knew where I was going. The Crossings the land of plenty . Where the streets are paved with gold. Here is where I set up shop. I became a trader, for one reason and one reason only. I will never be poor again! I will never be a slave again. My first act was to pay for my freedom to my owners. Someday I will buy all the slaves and free them. No one should ever be made a slave. I seek to increase my wealth so that someday I can hire someone to carry me across the brook near Wolf Clan. It is my personal belief that water and Dwarfs do not mix.

Last Revised: 11/20/00