I, Eccedian, was an average dwarf born in a small mountain range in between the Nandra sea and the Inner sea. I said 'was' because this is the story on how I became what I am right now.
My father was a very good craftman, but had run out of luck an had to rely on the skills of my mother to make me live. She was a healer and knew some things on the rock magic. Her ancestors were always very good at magic, and she wanted me to be like her. That is when my story truly began.
"Remember, son, how many life I and the magic saved!"
"I remember that it killed Fretz and the old Norf. The magic is bad, I don't want to use it! I never want to!"
"Ho, but they are rare events. And all I want from you is to learn a bit of magic, at least use all these skills that you have in!"
"No, I won't! My hammer is all I need. The rock, the pure rock, is my home, not a rock created by magic, that can be destroyed with a simple hit. I deserve more than that. Nobody should live in false rock!"
"But, soon, you will encounter magic, and won't be able to do anything for your life. Son, in the memories of your ancestors, please learn magic."
"I won't! Magic is bad, it kills everyone!"
On that, I left my mother alone, crying in the darkness. I left home
during this night, to encounter the adventure. I was very young, and
the few that I had saved from the past could only make me survive a few
days. I had to work for many people, not always honest works but, at
least, I had nothing to do with the magic. Until the day where I had no
work to do, no money on my pockets and no one on who rely. It's one
this day that I truly became Eccedian, the one and only one.
For the first time ever, I had to work for a mage, helping him preparing his daily mixtures that he couldn't do alone, due to his great age. Unfortunately, he noticed my great magic skills and wanted to teach it to me. I refused, and he didn't say anything else, except that the magic would once save me. I promised that if that day arrived, I would learnm magic, sure that my hammer alone was all that I needed.
And then the live continued. I was paid a good amount for helping the mage, but life was still hard. I learned the art of smithing and used what my father had taugh me to make beautiful things of arts, that were often greatly appreciated. I embarked in many small journeys as a mercenery, helping guards getting rid of the orcs and goblins that were harassing the local farmers. But once, all of that got bad, and I was captured. That is when I learned the magic, when I was saved by a mage that I knew. The old mage had always followed me with his magic, and waited the good moment to save my life. I learned the magic, though not exactly how he wanted. Sure, I learned the rock spell, but I always hated it. I prefered to learn healing and protection spells.
Then, I became what I am, and Hammerer using magic. I never returned
home, but I learned that my mother had lost all her skills the day I
left, and that they had to live from the help of their friends. I don't
know, maybe I will return, to show her how I am...
Maybe...
