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Dougal
Level 1 Halfling Rogue
Dougal was born to Renfer and Dalia Flannegan in the dwarven
kingdom of Kurvhosau on the surface of this vast dwarven conclave.
Dougal's father Renfer was taught by dwarven smiths the ways
of the dwarven hammers and thus after Dougal reached his age of
apprenticeship he was given the choice of studying the craft with his
father or with the dwarves of Kurvhosau, he chose to travel underground to
the great furnaces of the dwarves and learn all he could from them, that
was eight years ago, four years after the dwarves declared their halls were
now open.
Upon learning all he could from his dwarven mentors he was
told that he had to leave and find his own path, so Dougal returned to his
families home and stayed with them for awhile but soon he felt a need to
move on, so he packed his thing into his wagon and wished his family well
and left their small hamlet for places unknown.
Dougal traveled extensively throughout the know lands and as
he went he made maps of the lands he crossed, detailing his explorations
with his students hand.
Being curious of the new people he encountered along the way
there were many a time when Dougal was at a loss for words simply due to
his not knowing their language, so he set about learning all he could from
every person he met that was willing to teach him, sometimes he would
exchange a bit of ironcraft or map for the lessons taught.
Many years passed and he traveled along the dry roads facing
the weather and strangers each passing day, one of his mules silently
passed on one cold winter night and after much digging he buried him friend
that had drawn him so far, looking at the other one he decided it was time
he found some younger mules to pull his wagon.
He made his way to a nearby city and there he found two fine
mules, both young and strong in both body and mind, it would take him some
time to get them to trust him, so he paid a stabler to pasture his sole
surviving mule and visited it daily seeing how he faired, in return for the
stabling Dougal worked the stablers smithy assisting the local blacksmith with
minor jobs.
A few weeks later his other mule died and he buried him with
the same respectfulness as he had done his other one, he returned to the
city and hired on to the blacksmith as his assistant, he has been there
since, always knowing that one day he would again feel the sweet taste of
wanderlust.
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