Family History

Mr. Lorian

Lived in Era 24 and got 0 heir(s) .
In the modern world where dragons are ancient myths and gods are a thing of the past there is yet a dwarf who has experienced what is considered to be legend and lore.
Lorian is this dwarf. He was born in the year 3217ADD. ADD stands for After the Death of the Dragon. This time was set after the last dragon was sent from the lands of his ancestors.
So this story begins when Lorian at age fifty began his adulthood as a dwarf. But this was the ordinary start for dwarves. For unlike others, Lorian’s time started with great sadness instead of great joy. He now looked upon the ruins of what was once a great city. The picture crossed his mind. A city made of granite and marble that rose out of the mountain like it had grown from the rocks of the hillsides like trees grow from seeds. The walls had been carved with pictures of family, glory, love, and other emotions that were now lost to Lorian. Stripped of his emotions he looked upon what had been his home since he had been born with new eyes. Eyes that saw only what had been and not what was.
For how can you accept the loss of something that is this dear to you, the loss of you memories, and your friends? Everything that he had ever known and had was now gone and would not be coming home. The truth is that you don’t accept it. You fight that truth with all that you have in you to fight with, all your will must be set on the fact that in the end you will see them again. They will come back and you will be happy again. For without these things what is there to live for? What is there to look forward to when all that you loved and lived for has been swept away, without time to say “I love you.” Or simply “Goodbye.” To live without the chance to seal the wound it will poison you and drag you down. So on that day Lorian turned away from the past and looked to the future, a dark future; without a friend to go with him he turned and left his past behind.

Chapter One: The Traveler
It was a stormy day. The sky was twisted and dark showing the tug and push of the brutal winds against the clouds. The ground below was dark behind the waves of rain the passed infront of the lonely traveller. The waxed cloak wrapped around his shoulders provided little protection from the harsh rain. Down the trail the dark figure went. Slwoly but steadily he made his way towards the cluster of light that was the nearby town and his destination.
After a time the huddled mass had made its way down the path to the town and to a large oak door that muffled sounds of lafter coming from within. Wind and rain pushed against its back as it was opened. With a thud it shut as it was released. The figure moved to the counter when it sat down on one of the stools there.(In contrast to common belief drarves are not that much shorter than most. They average at about 5 foot 3 and have been reacored to reach 5 foot 6). Lorian pushed his hood back as he gruffly odered an ale that was given to him by the bartender as the coins were taken from the counter. This was Lorian's first time into a tarvern or the like in over three months, as it had taken him that long to traverse the width of the mountians from his last stop. So the tast of ale was that of food to a starved man.
Gossip in many voices, accents, and tones were hears around him. Listening he heard the rumors of armies, war, famine, adn other things that men were likely to talk about. Races mingled here. Men laughed with faeries and an occasional dwarf. No trolls, elves, or orcs were to be seen on the account that trolls were to big to fit insode and had a habot of getting into drunken rages, elves were secretive and liked to hide in their magically sheilded cities, while orcs were bloodthirsty and would kill a man beofre he ordered a drink. The lack of orcs was not very conforting to Lorian, he had seen them come from where you least expected them and vanish before you knew they had been there.
Presently a stout drawf with a bushy beard came down and sat next to Lorian. After he had gotten a drink and wet his lips he looked at Lorian and simply stated "My name is Grockoer. I would be interested as to how someone like you came to have the look of a soldier that has seen to many wars when you look no more than sixty." He said this is a gruff voice that was tired as if he had seen this life far too long, it shook with a rumble that sounded like falling stone.
"That is a memory that would be best left alone. My name does not matter, for my body is all that is left of it." Lorian replied. Calmly the old drawf set down his ale and turned to face Lorian head on. "I have seen far too many wars to count. On the battlefield I have had men, drarves, elves, and even an occasional troll as an ally. But in all my years I have never seen some one so young for our races that looks more tired then I am, and that takes quite some doing I'm told" he said with a slight chuckle.
"I have traveled or mountain and plain, across an ocean and a desert. In all this time nobody ever looked at me and could see my weariness. What do you want from me?" Lorian answered
"I merely want to see that someone that looks like he will cave in at any moment upon himself knows that there is someone that will help them through this journey." Grockoer answered.
"I'm am sorry if I appear rude but I have made a long journey and will turn in." Lorian said tiredly as he turned away as started up the stairs that led to the rooms on the second floor.