A Dwarven prince who lost his arm in a great tragedy.
The Dwarf Prince Aber Hammerhand’s story is a sad one. He Grew up in the prosperous Dwarven Kingdom under what is now Know as the Mountain of Sorrow. He was a valiant prince and a noble warrior, much loved and respected by his family and friends. His people’s downfall occured no more than 50 years ago, Aber was inspecting a deep earth mining opperation, a previously unknown type of crystal had been found, it was black and the insides of it seemed full of a mysterious liquid. The Dwarves had dug deeper in hopes of finding more of this fantastic gem, only to come across an ancient door made entirely of enchanted adamantine. The mine captain, despite the princes warnings of digging too greedily and too deep, dispelled the magic keeping the door closed. The tunnels immediately filled with massive psionic distortion, driving many of the workers mad. The Foreman oblivous to this, forced the doors open. Aber recovered just in time to see the hideous monstrosity that lay beyond, it was unlike any being he’d ever seen before, a horrific, impossibly large mass of tentacles, eyes, mouths, and other unameable things lay in the chamber, writhing and undulating, stirring from it’s long slumber. Aber Forced the foreman out of the way to slam the doors shut but it was too late. The eldrich horror had awakened. The great beast shuddered, and a jet of black gel, gnashing teeth, and grasping hands blasted through the door way. Aber managed to avoid most of the explosion of terror, however his arm was caught in the stream. The limb was gone forever, devoured by the ravenous mass. He shouted to run as loud as he could, and dragged the crazed foreman with him down the tunnels. All of the miners he encountered were too far gone to save. the psionic assault rendered their minds usless. On his way up, he saw the crystals melting. The dark liquid inside eating its way through the walls and floors. The Eldrich monstrosity devoured anything it’s tendril came into contact with. By the time Aber reached the surface it was too late. The creature was pouring through every crevice of the stonework, the magnificent dwarven city itself was being devoured. Aber let the foreman go as he rushed to the castle. As he approached the gates, he fainted. His body had lost too much blood to cary on. Around his unconcious form, Dwarves ran screaming for their lives. The few who tried to fight it quickly found that their weapons and armor were usless. Many lost their lives that day, however Aber was not one of them. He was saved by a group of Guards who were leaving the castle. They carried him outside the collapsing city and to saftey. Weeks later, he awoke. The survivors were very few in number. Many had already left to join other kingdoms or intergrate themselves in human society. Aber was informed by the high priest of Torag that they managed to seal the mountain off. The beast was trapped inside, however they would never be able to return to their Kingdom. Aber was griefstruck. Everything he’d known and loved was gone in an instant. His entire family, all of his friends, dead. The only things he had left were what he had on. All but a few of the dwarves had dispersed, the rest, decided to follow him. He led them to a human city, and they established themselves as peerless craftsmen and merchants. His few remaining people had some semblance of a life back, however, he was still scarred from it. With a heavy heart, he told his few remaining followers that he was going to go out into the world and seek his destiny. They sorrowfully bid their prince good bye, but before he left, he was presented with a gift. It was a mechanical arm, crafted of enchanted iron. With a new arm, Aber set off tward the horizon, axe in hand.