Many years ago, in Kinaro, a dwarven boy was born. He was one of two sons to a guard and his wife. He was the younger of the two brothers, but there was just a few years differing between them.
Durin, Dvalins father, had been a guard in Kinaro all his life. He hadn't reached any higher ranks in the city and he had never wanted it either. He was a fine fighter and a good father and that pleased him so he never had any desire for advancement. Durin started to train Dvalin and his brother in how to use weapons when they were young. He said that it could come in handy if they got in trouble or if they wanted to take a job as a guardsmen somewhere. The three of them spent many nights training how to use different weapons. Durin used a shortsword and he said it was a fine weapon and he thought that Dvalin should learn how to use it as well, but Dvalin wanted to learn how to fight with the hammer. So that was what they trained with the most, fighting with warhammers. With time Dvalin's skill in battle was far beyond his fathers. Dvalin's strengths was something his friends started to whisper about, and with the skill he had managed with the hammer few where the ones that could match Dvalin in battle.
When Dvalin was about 30 years old, his brother got in a fierce discussion with their father and it ended with his brother running out from the house slaming the door after him. Since that day they never saw him again.
A few years later Dvalin started to think about making a furure of his own at some other place so he left his home and started to look for a job at some other town. Since he was skilled fighter he took a position as a guard in the town he had arrived in. After several years he at got to the rank of captain and he was known for his fighting skill with the hammer among the other guards, but as the years went by Dvalin started to grow bored. Few where the days when something really interesting happened. Instead of fighting some fierce enemy most of the time was spend sharpening some sword or caring for some armor. This made Dvalin bored, he was a fighter in his blood and sitting still to long made him restless. The decision to leave the small town was easy, if possible Dvalin's skill with the hammer was even greater now then when he came so he never thought of the years spend there as a waste. Dvalin set out with nothing more then what he could carry, hammer at his side. When he was wandering the lands he came across some adventurers speaking of a town called Shadowgate. Dvalin thought this sounded interesting so he set out in the direction the adventurers pointed at. He was also very pleased to know that his home town Kinaro was not far from this great city. Eventually Dvalin reached a small town called Offestry. Here he began his adventures in the lands around Shadowgate. Dvalin quickly learned that his skill in battle was nothing compared to the adventurers in these lands. So harder then ever before Dvalin trained, and it paid off. Many are the battles he fought, at first against small enemies but as his skill grew so did his opponents.
At first Dvalin was quite stunned how well treated the elves and the other lesser races of the lands where around here. Unfortuently the number of his own kind adventuring around Shadowgate where quite few. So Dvalin was very glad to meet Nalthic who quickly became a good friend and battle companion. With time Dvalin started to meet a couple of the pointy eared ones that showed themselves trustworthy. Some of them where actually quite capable in battle, but they would compare to a dwarf.
Many years have passed since Dvalin got to the lands around Shadow now. Many are the adventures he have experienced. He have made great friends and some enemies as well. Battles have been fought, some won, some lost. It have been over 15 years since Dvalin came to those lands, all the time the hammer have been where Dvalin have put his trust. Some say that with age comes wisdom. In Renewal in year 676 something big happened. For some time Dvalin had the feeling that there where more to life then just a fighting the enemies with the hammer in his hand. Luckily for Dvalin the great god Tempus heard Dvalin's prayers and accepted him as a new warpriest of the faith.
The training was new to Dvalin, for the first time in a very long time Dvalin stood in front of something brand new. But with the aid of the fellow priests of the faith he slowly was getting a grip of the situation.