Key Terms:
- When a Dwarf becomes 50 years old, they officially become an adult.
- Korog, god of mountains, dwarves, hard alcohol, craftsmanship, permanence, solidity, steel, stone and labour.
I wake up to the sound of my old man clashing steel numerous times. Wake up you lazy dwarf!
We have much to do today, the roof has to be fixed and you need to learn how to run the family business. What business, the family blacksmith of course; son we have had our blacksmith since Korin Undar II took over. In PC362 is when my great, great grandfather established this small blacksmith of ours on Pyr Castle in the Southern Altera. And ever since our family has passed it down from generation to generation; and one day it will be yours, but father I'm only 35 years old; a wee lad. Yes Mario you are a young lad but its your destiny to run the place. Now, enough of burning day light lets head to the woods of Daggerfall, we need to cut some wood to fix the roof. When we arrived back from Daggerfall we right away tend to the roof. After fixing the roof my father and I went to the shrine of Korog located in Thraall. We brought two stacks of stone and three stacks of steel to our glorious God as offering of worship. After coming out of the lands of Thraall a group of bandits attacked our pigs in which we ride, the scums without delay start javelin arrows towards us. When suddenly an arrow plunges my father down onto the dirt, father speak to me! Its was no use, my father died mins after the bandits flee. With anger and haterade in my heart I returned home to give word of my father's death to my mother.
Weeks passed, but that horrible memory of that day was still vivid in my mind. I would go to Daggerfall to cut wood in memory of the last thing I did with my father. I gathered everyday 2 stacks of logs for a month. Until one day I decided to head down to the docks, and a trader was talking to a group of sailors. The trader mention to the sailors that he will pass through Port Silver on his way to his destination. Over hearing that I jump with joy, I told the trader that if he gets an appointment for me to meet the mayor of Port Silver; I will compensate his good deal by giving him my 62 stacks of logs. But you must get me that ticket to go to Port Silver as well, if not the deal is not valid. When I arrived back home I told my mother of the deal, she only said "Your father would have love for you to take over the blacksmith". I know mother, I know; that's the only thing I could of said. A year passed and still no sign of the trader, when suddenly from out of the blue, the trader docked one late night. Running to find out my so waited answer I rushed to the trader, the trader quickly answered. Your request to meet the mayor has been accepted, but your ticket to Port Silver depends on someone called SallyRose. Thats all I can tell you kid, and then patted me on the back.
Will Mario get his ticket to Port Silver...
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