Balfor Boreas
Glarnon Brewminer (a.k.a. Balfor Boreus)
Balfor Boreus, didn't always go by this name. He grew up being called 'Glarnon Brewminer' in a normal dwarven family with his mother, father and six brothers; Erirdus, Grudwim, Arreag, Yagnag, Jazit and Werasolum. Glarnon was a hard working Dwarven miner, just like his father Toregrim. Glarnon had quite a bad temper and was even worse when he was drunk. Whenever he was not working, Glarnon could almost always be found at the local tavern getting drunk, so drunk in fact, that he would sometimes wake up somehwere on the side of the road, wearing only some of his clothes from the night before. Despite Glarnon's drunken and fighting behavior with other weaker looking dwarves, he found himself a lovely dwarven wife that could see through all of his flaws and bad drunken behaviour for the good man that he was. Her name was "Grolgithra Warmspine" Glarnon even had a child together with Grolgithra, a cute baby daughter named Whukkini. Glarnon loved his wife and his daughter so much, he would do anything for them, even fight off a dragon if he had too. They were the thing he loved most in the entire known realms - well maybe besides getting drunk. One day he promised his wife that he would come straight home after work so that the three of them could watch the sunset together, as a family. It had been a long time since they had spent any quality time together, so Grolgithra was really looking forward to it. The day however did not go as planned. Glarnon had had a tough day working in the mines, so when some of his working buddys invited him over for a quick pint at the tavern, Glarnon was too weak to say no. He knew his wife was waiting for him to come home. He knew how much she was looking forward to this one night together, but a quick pint with the boys - that couldn't do any harm, could it? He said to himself "Glarnon you are going to have one quick drink, Grolgithra won't mind that. You just have to get straight home after that. Just one drink!" The next thing Glarnon could remember was waking up, half naked, with a massive headache on the side of the road (again), a bird picking at his ear. He knew things had gotten out of hand again, so filled with guilt and remorse, he rushed home as quickly as he could. On his way, he bought some beautiful flowers at a local florist. He had needed to haggle for them, since he had spent all his wages last night at the tavern, but he managed to buy a gorgeous bouquet with all of Grolgithra's favourites that she loved. Thinking to himself: "Grolgithra cant stay mad if I come home with a bouquet like this!" Rushing back home, he swung open the front door and yelled "Honey i know i am a bit late, but i brought you some flowers!" ...there was no reply. As glarnon walked into the living room he found a note on the table:
"Dearest Glarnon, I love you, but I think it is best for Whukinni to grow up in a place where people care about her. Since you are always out drinking and couldn't even come home early one time this month to spend some time with you daughter and me, I have decided to leave you and I take Whukinni with me. Don't try to come after us, although I don't think you even care enough to do so. Your love, Grolgithra."Glarnon bursted into tears. He never wanted any of this. He wanted to be there for his wife and daughter, but the booze just kept getting the better of him. What followed over the next few weeks and months were countless failed attempts to quit drinking. No matter how hard Glarnon tried, being around all these dwarves going to the tavern all the time just made it impossible for Glarnon to resist. He drank and drank, the days seeming to merge into one. After another heavy night drinking and feeling sorry for himself, Glarnon made a brave decision to leave his dwarven city of Stad Smeden and head North to Myrrdin that he had heard so many stories about, and to live among this reclusive hermit tribe of druids. Living Amongst the Druids It took Glarnon weeks to hike the distance North, and just as long to track down the isolated tribe itself. He was welcomed by the tribe elder, who took him in and fed him, before listening to his story. They welcomed him with open arms, allowing him to stay with them for as long as he wanted. Being so far away from home with all these spiritual Druids seemed to give Glarnon a feeling of inner peace. He no longer felt the need to fight and stomp other people in the face just because they looked at him. He spent days and even weeks just sitting by the serene Celestina Bay watching the flow of the worlds energy as the water softly flowed past. After about two months living and working beside the druid tribe in this beautiful part of the world, he one day felt the energy of the water rippling throughout his own body. At first he thought it was just his alcohol addiction kicking in, but this feeling kept occurring whenever he was at the bay. After a few days of this strange sensation, he finally decided to ask the Druids about it. The Druid tribe where stunned when he told them about this. They believed that absorbing the energy of the world flow was something only a druid would be able to feel. After a long and deep conversation with the tribe leader called Petrichor. He decided he would change his name to 'Balfor Boreus' and live the druid life - to aid the world and keep the energy flow in balance. After about half a year, Balfor left the camp to travel the world again. He sometimes still struggled with his urge for alcohol, but he managed to keep it under control. Not wanting to return to his native Dwarven city for fear of slipping back into his old habbits, Balfor took a job as a stable boy in Splintertree Outpost where he took care of the horses in the local stable. He liked to brushed them, feed them and whisper stories in their ear. It was an odd sight for the locals to see; this small dwarf climbing up on some crates only to whisper into the horse's ears. But for Balfor, it was what he loved the most.
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