And so it begins

Aolof comes from a long line of Dwarven warriors sworn to protect Storm Hill. He trained at a young age to join the likes of his kin and was known through the Hill as a strong prospect for joining their order. During his training riders came through the Hill and began slaughtering his fellow Dwarves. Enraged he lashed out with his might as any came near but it did not last long for he was clubbed on the back of his head and knocked unconscious. When he awoke, smoke drifted lightly through the Hill and the corpses of his kin and friends lay strewn about like pebbles on a beach. Aolof then wandered in a haze for many weeks, barely staying alive. As he was walking he heard a voice call to him, "Greetings to you, Dwarf. Why are you in such a ragged state?" . Aolof simply looked up and saw shining armor and a friendly face from the man before him. He could not say anything, for he had nothing to say that his mind could piece together. The man simply looked at Aolof and it seemed as if he knew all that was in Aolof's heart. "Ah, lad. I'm sorry for your loss, it is always painful. Come, let us clean you up and get you rested." And with that, Aolof followed the kindly man and soon began to be restored to his former self. On the final day, Aolof spoke to the man, 'Sir, you do not know me, yet you aided me. You saw me bloodied and tired and you did not ask for anything in return. What is it that I can do for you?" The man simpy looked at Aolof and said, "Live. Celebrate. You are alive not because of me, but because the Gods saw fit that you find me. If you truly wish to repay me, do the Gods' work in these lands and protect those that you can." With these final words spoken, Aolof left and began his life anew.