Gakemar's bio

Gakemar was birthed to the Gemstone clan. A group of travelling merchants and miners who sought ore from the corners of the world. His father Gakulamar, taught him how to chisel and pick away at stone from an early age. As he grew older the thought of looking for trade in stone for the rest of his life didnt appease him. He loved mines, yet wanted to trade with people and their wares. People let loose their money faster than the earth lets loose its treasures. He always told himself. So on his eighteenth birthday he left the dwellings of the mines and sought the civilized people under the sun. Immediately he found those under the sun harsh toward him. Business was slow in the northern lands. Rumors of war laid on the mind of many causing them to be distrustful of outsiders. He traveled and searched for a community to establish himself as a professional blacksmith, finally finding himself in a settlement called Tey Logan. There he bought a two story home and converted the first floor into a smithy shop. Most of the town folk liked him, with only a few neighbors complaining about the smoke from his furnace. He took an apprentice named Halish. A young dwarf who also searched for his own way of living. He taught the boy how to make horse shoes, how long to smelt ore before it was just right. Gakemar loved him as his own brother, even teaching him some of the more arcane ways of the trade. It was during one of these lessons when a group of soldiers entered his shop. They were from the front lines of the latest war. Duergars had risen up against mankind for their usual reason. The mountains they delved in were destroyed after they took every ounce of wealth out of them and now sought new lands for greed. Gakemar was more than happy to help the band of soldiers, mending their armor and handing them a few weapons Later that night Halish drank in a taverns inn across the road from Gakemars shop. The soldiers were also drinking there, but Halish didnt say much to the men. One of them seemed to be shaking and peering at him constantly from the corner of the room a good distance away. Dranad said one of the other soldiers to the nervous one. Relax comrade for we are far from the Duergar lines Dranads head snapped to him. Far? No we are not far they are all around us. Look over there! There is one spying on us right now! He stood up, took out a sparkling sword and merely swung it toward Halish. It produced an arcane wave of energy that travelled across the room, cutting tables, chars, drinks, until it finally reached Halish. He didnt feel anything when it hit him. The wave passed cleanly through his waistline cutting him in two. Then it continued to travel through the wall and dissipated into the streets. Immediately Dranads comrades took the blade from his hand, bound him, threw him on a horse and left Tey Logan before anyone could blink. It wasnt long before Gakemar found the body of his apprentice. He cried through the night, tearing away at his beard. The locals were kind to him and did everything they could to ease his pain, but at times it was too much for him. How could such a weapon be given to a soldier who suffered from the stresses of war? He was lucky the Innkeeper survived the incident to tell him what happened. Gakemar wanted to make a change and refused to stay in the city any longer. The world needs weapons. But the world doesnt need ones that are too powerful for us mortals to use. We cant understand them. We lack the ability to control them. May it be in the eyes of Virgil for me to find a way. A way to wash them from this earth. With that thought always in his mind he left Tey Logan and no one in the small town knew what came of him.