Post by Gabusta on Jun 18, 2008 13:07:02 GMT -5
//ooc: I made the draft for this biography a long time ago, but never got around posting it. Here it is, anyways.//
Hafur Stoneaxe grew up as a single child to Einliss and Bernt of the Stoneaxe Clan, a renowned clan of masons and sculptors in Mithral Hall.
Hafur quickly developed a fondness for artistic expression, and quickly learned to play the harp and recite the lays and odes of the dwarven skalds of old, and often visited his aunt and uncle on his mothers' side, who were skilled sculptors. Some have suggested that it is from that part of the family he got his love for artistic expression from, though it was many years since the Stoneaxe Clan had last fostered a skald. This, along with the coppery tinge to his skin, made people with knowledge think twice.
But his father, a mason by heart, was angered at what he perceived as unfitting behavior in his son, and on Hafur's 31th birthday, he send him to a remote relative, Sigurd, on the surface outside Mithral Hall, so that the boy could be hardened. Hafur stayed with the dwarven barbarians for ten years, and proved time and time again in battles against goblins and orcs of the outskirts that he was a strong and fierce warrior, and although lacking the discipline of the trained dwarven defenders, not lacking in neither courage nor willingness to fight.
When the ten years were gone, he was sent back home to his family, so that his father could be proud of him. Besheba's luck was upon Hafur, though, and when he got home, his father had recently passed away due to a fever. He had left a letter, though, telling that he was sorry he had sent his only son away, and that no matter what, he would always be proud of Hafur, whatever path he took. Hafur, though, wished to honour his fathers’ generosity by taking up the mantle of masonry after him. Hafur was skilled at this as well, but the work bored him, and after a few years he stopped the work altogether. The following years he dabbled in different trades, trying practically all the professions that his Clan could offer, but none of it, except sculpting, ever interested him much. After a long talk with his old mother, he decided to leave Mithral Hall, whose inhabitants, he felt, did not support his choices. Instead he hit the road to become a storyteller and musician for the good of his dwarves outside the safe confines of the dwarfhold.
After many months of travel, earning his bread as a caravan guard and musician at taverns, he finally reached Isinhold, a small hamlet in Cormyr, a country he had heard, was in dire need of individuals that could protect and comfort the population from the many evils of Faerun.
Hafur Stoneaxe grew up as a single child to Einliss and Bernt of the Stoneaxe Clan, a renowned clan of masons and sculptors in Mithral Hall.
Hafur quickly developed a fondness for artistic expression, and quickly learned to play the harp and recite the lays and odes of the dwarven skalds of old, and often visited his aunt and uncle on his mothers' side, who were skilled sculptors. Some have suggested that it is from that part of the family he got his love for artistic expression from, though it was many years since the Stoneaxe Clan had last fostered a skald. This, along with the coppery tinge to his skin, made people with knowledge think twice.
But his father, a mason by heart, was angered at what he perceived as unfitting behavior in his son, and on Hafur's 31th birthday, he send him to a remote relative, Sigurd, on the surface outside Mithral Hall, so that the boy could be hardened. Hafur stayed with the dwarven barbarians for ten years, and proved time and time again in battles against goblins and orcs of the outskirts that he was a strong and fierce warrior, and although lacking the discipline of the trained dwarven defenders, not lacking in neither courage nor willingness to fight.
When the ten years were gone, he was sent back home to his family, so that his father could be proud of him. Besheba's luck was upon Hafur, though, and when he got home, his father had recently passed away due to a fever. He had left a letter, though, telling that he was sorry he had sent his only son away, and that no matter what, he would always be proud of Hafur, whatever path he took. Hafur, though, wished to honour his fathers’ generosity by taking up the mantle of masonry after him. Hafur was skilled at this as well, but the work bored him, and after a few years he stopped the work altogether. The following years he dabbled in different trades, trying practically all the professions that his Clan could offer, but none of it, except sculpting, ever interested him much. After a long talk with his old mother, he decided to leave Mithral Hall, whose inhabitants, he felt, did not support his choices. Instead he hit the road to become a storyteller and musician for the good of his dwarves outside the safe confines of the dwarfhold.
After many months of travel, earning his bread as a caravan guard and musician at taverns, he finally reached Isinhold, a small hamlet in Cormyr, a country he had heard, was in dire need of individuals that could protect and comfort the population from the many evils of Faerun.