No one likes a goblin. That is why they wiped out whatever barbaric tribe you were born into. Whoever it was, maybe they showed pity on an infant or maybe they just did not find you, but left you the sole survivor they did.

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Luckily for you Fardal, a blind dwarf, found you before you could starve, and set about to raise you as best he could as if you were his own. As far as you knew, you were just an ugly dwarf and for years it stayed that way. Once Fardal began sending you to town for supplies, however, the townsfolk were quick to make you aware of your mistake.

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You never learned exactly how he became such an adept combatant, but he taught you as much of his style as he could. From the combat techniques themselves; to the meditations he used to highten his senses, Fardal did his best to prepare you for the inevitable.

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That day came when you were out hunting. Had you been there, you might have been able to save him, but instead the best you could do was track his killers to town. You will never be able to prove exactly who did it, but you know it was punishment for loving a monster such as yourself.

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While this tragedy has hardened your heart, you have vowed to wander the world and protect those that are threatened by the chaos that hatred can bring.

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