On a night around the campfire***
Dorn: After traveling with you all for quite some time i’ve gathered you here tonight to tell you my past so that we might make a better future together. Few alive know my story but it begins in a mountain tribe whos name has been removed from my mind. I grew amongst my tribe as a normal child; (not small and weak like your cities here) but on equal footing with my peers based on our accomplishment. I made my first kill when I was 4 and by the time I was 6 I was a functional member of the tribe. The only other trait that I possessed that stood out besides my slightly larger build was a higher than normal intellect and wit that few others of the tribe possessed. I was tutored in as many skills as I could learn and by the time I was 8 I surpassed all others of ages 12 and below. It seemed i’d excel and achieve without end. However, unbeknownst to any in the tribe this year would be the tribes last. You see my tribe was under the impression that might was all you needed to be right and the best way to do this was in trophies. The tribe had been raiding Stone Giant tribes for years and after wiping out the entire tribe they would bring back the youngest to be reared and enslaved to our tribe. ……No one saw beyond the darkness that night as the last surviving member of the last raiding party collapsed just within the illuminated perimeter. He was battered and blooded to within an inch of his life. At that moment all I remember is my fellow tribesmen rushing to care for the injured man as a wave of Stone Giants rushed from the darkness and it was as if the earth began to rain from the sky. The survivor was part of a raiding party that not only failed in their misguided duties but had allowed himself to flee all the way back to our encampment with a horde at his heels. Most Stone Giant tribes would have never attacked the tribe at it’s home base due to our highly developed skills in killing them and our sheer force of numbers; which leads me to believe that they banded together amongst their tribes to wipe my old tribe off the face of the planet. They came upon us in wave after wave; tearing through hut, horse and man alike. Even the tribal giant slaves were decimated. My last moments I saw a huge boulder flying through the air and then there was black. ………I awoke later, hung upside down, pain shooting through my body and rage rushing through every part of me. Before my eyes was what was left of my old tribe; smoking, burning and completely demolished. No where did I see a living soul; not even of the attackers. I do not know why they strung me up, nor do I know why they let me live but I’ve thought about it for a long time now.
After untying my bonds I gathered what I could to help me survive. It amounted to a fur cloak and a drinking horn and dagger (Dorn pats the items at his belt). I headed in the opposite direction from my known attackers and after what seems like months of rage and savagery and being half dead I stumbled upon the most unlikely of places. ….The dryad of the glen’s name was Elrissa. She was fascinating and amazing all at the same time. She nurtured me back to health physically at first then emotionally and spiritually. ….Smiling…She would always call me, “My bumbling brute” I imagined my chaotic nature was what intrigued her but i’ll never truly know. She educated me through the years in the language of her people as well as another. I had the privilege to meet all types of fey and learn from them as well. She taught me how to survive in nature, listen to the trees and work with the wild. But most of all she taught me how to temper my rage. ……sad look….A forest fire took her life on my 20th birthday…….Loggers took her presence as a nuisance. ……My rage took the rest.
Since then i’ve traveled looking for purpose, for something that can make a difference. I believe that i’ve found it…….here ……..with you all.
Takes a drink from his horn then walks off into the darkness***** ….but is back by morning :p