[sblock=A warrior is chosen]From halls carved deep into the Bloodshield Mountains, the hammer-on-stone rhythm echoed through the many chambers that twisted and wove their way through the dwarven complex of Clan Nogginsplitter. Baern himself wasn't a Nogginsplitter proper, but a Stoneheart, and his ancestors had stood on the right hand of Nogginsplitters for as long as any dwarf could remember.
Baern found himself alone, as he often did, as he worked his craft inside the mountain, and the laborious music danced in his head as he worked on a particularly stubborn piece of rock. Sweat ran through his intricately woven beard as he swung his hammer to the melody, each blow met with a guttural growl. Finally, at the height of his crescendo, Baern swung his hammer one final time and broke the large rock free from the wall. It landed on the dusty ground in pieces, and one large chunk in particular grabbed his attention. It was a piece about ten inches long, and embedded in it was a metallic rod of some sort. Baern picked it up and examined it carefully, turning the piece over and over in his thick hands. Finally, he reached to pull the thing free, and his world changed forever.
Baern never spoke of the visions when he awoke nearly a fortnight later in the care of the clan's priests. His clansmen had found him alone and unconscious, clutching the strange rod emblazoned with an ancient symbol of Blackmoor. The priests begged him to rest, but the stubborn dwarf bullied his way out of the bed anyway, and showed no obvious signs of ill effect. He snatched up the ancient rod laying on a bedside table and bulldozed his way out of the priests' chambers.
"What're ye doin' boy?" a voice screamed at Baern Stoneheart as he headed out into the outer chambers of the complex with a pack strapped to his back.
Baern didn't look back, but his words echoed off the hallowed halls and will never be forgotten. "The will of Blackmoor."
Arriving in Black Lake Proper weeks later with blood on his hammer wasn't his best idea. Answering the question of why it was there with "a'cause I ain't washed it yet," was even worse.
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[sblock=A bit of background]Every dwarf I've ever played (both of them) have been a Nogginsplitter. I've grown to love the clan so much, I just can't get away from them when I make a dwarf. It doesn't matter that they're all from different worlds, there are enough Nogginsplitters to go around!

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It's a bit more than a paragraph, but...
-IG