Keadin spent the better part of his youth following in his fathers footsteps. He was the golden child of a respected guardsmen. He led a modest life in the grand dwarven city of his birth. He was arranged to marry a fine woman of a lower noble line. A good boon for his family. But things went terribly wrong.
When he was ordered to uphold the law by slaughtering a young boy he refused. He could not believe the boy was a murderer, but that didn't matter. He let the boy escape and his life was forfeit. For failure to uphold his duty as guardsman He was stripped of his rank and title; branded a failure. His betrothed was taken and his fathers love ran dry. With nothing left for him, he left the city to seek a life outside the shallow world of his clan.
He roamed from town to town, sleeping on the streets. Eventually he took up an apprenticeship as a weaponsmith. For 10 long years he honed his skills, making fine blades for the town guard. Eventually the lust for adventure claimed him, and he signed up with a group of mercinaries.
It was fine for a while, but deep inside the contempt for the group he held grew higher. Corruption can only be ignored for so long. He left them, wandering the world again. Taking odd jobs here and there was getting him by, but it was time to do something. Something big. Something that would make a difference....