For Clan and the king. A motto most dwarves live by and one Takinn felt he would die by.
A simple soldier who made his name defending the caves that spiderwebbed out of his city,
Ashenforge Keep, from being over ran. Long had he come to know the treats that the Ashenforge clan faced but slowly they were changing. it was never weird to see one or two monsters carry a demonic taint but over the last year, it was becoming more and more common. Takinn first tried to ignore it and focus on his orders but after months of it, he decided to bring it up with his superiors. “we are looking into it.” or “we’ll handle it, so just focus on your mission.” was all he got but nothing ever changed. Fed up Takinn gathered his will and went to see his uncle the clan chief. When got there his anxiety turned to dread as he looked upon the corpse of his uncle and the high council, the bodies of demons and the tainted monsters littered the Great Hall. Months passed and Takinn grew ever angrier with each passing day as nobles wasted more time playing politics to be part of the new High Council instead of trying to find out where the demons came from. Finally, Takinn chose to leave and search on his own. He packed up his gear and let his clan know he needed to go on a journey to “reevaluate himself after what he witnessed” and set off to the surface. the only thing he had to go on was a broken demon blade found next to his uncle which the nobles let him keep. Following that lead, Takinn eventually learned that the blade was forged by a smith in Port Durst. Armed with that Takinn Ashenforge feeling that once again that he had a purpose, took the first steps towards a destiny greater than he could have ever dreamed of.