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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ealli" data-source="post: 3321502" data-attributes="member: 804">Krel Hauldak was born and raised in Eston, a city in the northwest region of Cyre, and former base of House Cannith.  As a child growing up in the city he was always amazed by the crafters of the city.  He would sit outside the windows of the blacksmiths of the city and watch the workers slave away with youthful awe.  Eventually some of the workers would allow him to try his hand at the bellows and tinker with items.  It didn't take long for the crafters in his neighborhood to see his proficiency with machines and metals.When his parents died in a fire at the age of 10, Krel was adopted by his uncle, who had little interest in raising a child.  Krel was able to convince him to pay Krel's way into an apprentiship with one of the local crafters.  By the age of 18 Krel was the talk of the neighboorhood and some wondered who was teaching who in his shop.  When word spread that Tharadan, artificer extraordinare had set up shop in nearby Thronehold, Krel begged to be allowed to leave the services of his current master and seek out this Tharadan for more training.  His master, being a shrewd man, put before him an impossible quota of items to be created, telling him if he completed these tasks in a month, he would be free to join him.  For thirty days and nights Krel slaved at anvil, workbench, and bellows, creating item after item, sleeping only as his metals cooled.  Completing the list on the final day, Krel was released from his apprenticeship and travelled to Thronehold to join Tharadan.The past ten years have been hard on Krel.  Now forty nine years old, gray in the hair, long in his face.  The strength he gained with his hammer is leaving him as he ages, though his mind is still sharp.  For twenty four years he served with Tharadan, learning the secrets of the artificer trade, and eventually attaining the same level of aptitude as Tharadan himself.  When Tharadan died ten years past, it was a hammerblow to Krel's life.  He had lost his dearest, and only friend, and partner in business.  Outside of machines, Tharadan was the only thing dear in Krel's life.  His relationship with the other workers in his shop have become one of routine and necessity, and thoughts plague his mind over why he should continue to live this life.When a young girl came looking for work a year back, Krel was delighted.  Her youthful outlook on life and adventurous attidue make even an aging, lonely man a bit happier.  Working at the forges, Krel often visited her for stories of her adventures and conspired with Coalstoker to keep her on as long as they could manage it.  The two became friends and Krel began to long for a life outside the shop where he too could live out the adventures that every youth dreams of.When Thundina aimed to set off with the lightbringers, Krel made his usefulness in a party known to all, and began crafting night and day once more to prepare for the journey.  Making magical equipment at nearly no cost to his new comrades, he was filled with excitement for his first adventure out of sight of a work bench.Krel has very little combat experience, and quite honestly, makes some bad decisions.  A keen engineering mind cannot always make decisions in the heat of battle, and Krel now has the scars to prove that.  Early bravery is molding into caution and reluctance as Krel daily pulls more elusive dirt out of his hair.  It's very likely that in the future Krel will stick to crafting and wands far away from the bruises of battle.  Nevertheless, his first adventure is proving to be the time of his life, and for once he's not missing Tharadan so much.Editor's note:  Krel's background was finalized after session 2 and includes so plot spoilers for that session.</blockquote>

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