Brax thinks back to his days as a soldier for Mothrumm Nogaak (Mother Mountain in common). Brax had just about as much as most dwarves wanted. He had soldiers who both respected and would die for him, friends that he would both get drunk and have an occasional bar-fight with, A loving wife (Avira) to come home to, a son (Balion) who was getting ready to go to the academy and join the ranks with his father, and a nice cozy place he called home. Life was good for the young captain... The cabinet shakes once more.
Brax takes another swig and looks at the tattoo on his arm. It was a snake's body that wrapped and coiled all around his left arm. The head surrounding a shield that represented Mother Mountain. That was his unit's insignia. The Stone Serpents, deadly as they were cunning. They were the elites, and they never lost a dwarf under Brax's command. Songs were sung of the great wars they fought in. Brax and his men were heroes. Brax had hoped that he could have had his son fought alongside him. It was an accomplishment that he one day hoped to achieve, but that day never came... Brax begins to cry. He sobs in his hand, " Ai lad... you would have been *hic* been a great soldier...*.
The cabinet slid forward an inch as the goblins beat on the door. Yelling and curses could be heard from the other side. "Shut up ya motherless bastards!" Brax yelled taking another swig from his bottle. He thinks back to day he lost everything. Brax and his unit were on their way back from an event. An alliance was being formed between Mothrumm Nogaak and the city of Lushpool. Things were looking better for everyone. On the journey back however, there was a large rumble in the earth. They could see Mother Mountain in the distance. They watched in horror as the mountain gates crumbled. Brax and his men began excavating at once. He sent out a few runners to go the city and get help. Within a few weeks they were able to reach the inner city. There were no survivors. The city wasn't even recognizable. By the looks of it, it wasn't nature that caused the mountains collapse. Something far greater, more sinister was to blame. There were odd ruins singed into a few stones that were excavated. The ruins were taken to Lushpool to be examined.
He tossed the bottle back once more. The bottle was nearly empty. After their loss the Stone Serpents split up and were no more. A majority grouped together and went to Lushpool for work. The remaining few took to the hills. Traveling for a while they came across a monastery. Monks greeted them and took them in. The dwarves joined seeking to find some sort of peace. Brax took to drinking when he joined. He seemed very distant from everyone for a while. It took him some time, but the monks trained him and helped him get his life back again. He takes to the apprenticeship of man named, Master Tim. He taught him a fighting style to which he had never seen before. The Drunken Fist, which Brax had trouble with learning at first being a burley dwarf. A few months of training or so Brax had become a monk, but still an alcoholic. Things seemed to be going well until an army of goblins attacked one early morning. No one knew what caused them to attack suddenly only that they were slowly losing ground.
Brax takes empties the bottlle and throws it out the hole. He begins to stumble, " I shwear, If i get out of *hic* out of thish... I'm moving to the ci-*burp*-Shity..." The cabinet falls forward and three goblins rush in, stumbling over the cabinet. Brax raises his fists and yells, "I'll kill all six of ya!!"