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Message: <blockquote data-quote="renau1g" data-source="post: 4666867" data-attributes="member: 54810">Argosin was born in the Dragh Clan, of around 200 members. He nevermet his father, Tyrnan, as he had perished defended the clan during the 'dark times' before the egg had hatched. Tyrnan had been in charge of leading the defenders of their small clan. Balthasar's mother, Jasra, raised him to follow in his father's footsteps and become a glorious battle commander. She told him stories of his father's noble conquests and exploits, and of the dragonborn race's valiant effort against the unending attacks of the warforged.. Trynan's blood truly did flow through Argosin's veins, as he quickly honed his skill as both a ferocious fighter and a competent leader. He became captain of the guard at age 25. In the spring after his 28th birthday, he married a woman from his father's clan, Shekara. She bore a healthy egg in the summertime. He never understood why he was drawn to her, and had grown to resent both her and their egg. Argosin was out with the rest of the guard hunting boar for the clan's winter stockpile. They had killed all they could carry back with them, and Argosin told his comrades to carry the carcasses back while he finished one last kill. He did so, and headed back toward the clan. As he was nearing it, he heard terrible commotion from within the current villiage, screams of terror, furniture being destroyed, and, to his most terrifying horror, the creaking of wood and metal from the warforged. "They've finally found us" Argosin thoughtHe dropped the heavy load on his back and quickly drew his sword darting out from the trees. Tents were lying burned and in ruins, fires raged in all directions, smoke billowed from almost everywhere. Through the ash, he spotted a group of warforged threatening his tent. Argosin roared, raised his blade above his head and charged at the group. His actions did not go unanswered, as they turned their heads in unison and spotted Balthasar's plan. Even with the pounding of five pairs of arms, Argosin managed to overcome their attacks and beat back the warforged. He saw his fellows had managed the same.Following the attack, Argosin cautiously peeked inside the tent and immediately wished he hadn't. The corpse of his wife lie curled protectingly around their crushed egg, she had tried to keep it safe at the cost of her own life. He bent down over egg and wept. A deep gash had been cut in his honor, knowing he was so powerless to defend the ones who he loved. He took a small piece of his unborn son's shell and his wife's necklace, and placed the shell on it as its pendant. Another scouting party of the clan had captured a fleeing goblin from the mountain range a few miles away and the creature had an interesting story to tell of a city still standing, although it was under the mountain. The clan elder ordered everyone to head that way, and it was there that they discovered Naedur, and there longtime enemies, the Balash. It had been a long few years and tensions still ran very high amongst the two clans, but so far they'd managed to live together without their longstanding enmity coming to a boil.The dwarves didn't trust Argosin to lead, or even have a place, in their defense force, saying he was too reckless and would endanger their clan. He was reduced to little more than a simple miner, his great strength allowing him to dig for great periods of time. Argosin had turned to dwarven spirits to ease his pain and feelings of hopelessness and uselessness. He had received his Duty stone from Zlatan and Heskrash, when things took a change.</blockquote>

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