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A hill dwarf once belonging to a clan of skilled hand to hand warriors, sanctioned under their nation’s military forces, Jarek was generally a likeable, honorable man with some decent skills underneath his belt. Jarek was born into a family of black smiths well Known for combining flare with utility, adding family crests or jewels by request of those who commissioned armor and weaponry on the side of their typical day today wares they forged. Jarek had been with his family long enough to somewhat effectively pick up on his parents smithing skills before being orphaned and then adopted into his clan (The silver beards) from a very young age of 13, spending a year on his own just trying to make ends meet and living on the street . His parents fell to the fate of an un-named warlock dwarf with conjuring and spiritual abilities, who is still to this day a mystery. Their bodies were found by Jarek, bloodied and bruised, with odd bite marks and tearing of the flesh. He caught a shadowy glimpse of the perpetrator but he vanished before he could attempt to get a closer look. Whoever they were, they left behind a scent of undead/Dark magics at the crime scene that was discovered by a local cleric. It was obvious whatever attacked them wasn’t looking to feed and had motives. What that reason could be jarek ponders to this day still. They were a well-respected family and their services well appreciated. Did they owe money? Was it an attempt to wipe out the rest of a family line? Perhaps past feuds with other dwarf families he was not aware of.
 
Jarek continued his service to The Silver Beards clan to train, and become the best warrior he can be till the age of 35. He saw many battle fields in this time and went on many quests into enemy territories to ambush enemy lines, rescue POW, and even retrieve artifacts of ancient dwarven decent. In his long search across the many battles, there were dwarves with magical abilities but never could he trace them back to the mysterious murder of his parents, leaving him to fend for himself. While the rage and adrenaline of such tragedy fueled him in battle, it often drove Jarek into some serious benders with alcoholism, at first seeming harmless. A celebration of a mission or battle well fought, a salute to fallen brothers in combat perhaps even. In all reality an injustice of his past was what drove him to such a state in attempts to escape. Not even just the horror of the event, but the pure absurdity of the situation is probably what hurt the most. He wanted understanding, what the fuck could his parents have gotten themselves into? It became apparent to his clan that jarek had a serious problem, and could no longer be trusted to present and fight to their military’s standards and they cast him out. From here jerek was on his own to discover the world and use his smithing/fighting skills to not only find purpose again without his clan, and maybe someday find his parents murderer. In the meantime he wanted to take his mind off things, try to find a group of adventurers or a guild or something with a bit more excitement to it then whatever an odd job here or there could offer him. He found the taskers guild, which was a promising start, and eventually some lady with an obnoxious brother that had gone missing approached jarek and offered him coin for safe transport while she attempted to find her perpetrator who had stolen an artifact. Of course she didn’t mention that last bit around Jarek, and at the first mention at the tavern with her encounter with the tasker’s guild group she confronted (so fucking rudely might he add) he jumped down from his bar stool to join into the conversation that lead him to his grand adventure.

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