( really dont feel like rewriting all of this to first person, so a friend of mine will tell it in third person view )
After sitting down and ordering a round of drinks brought up quickly by Brado Sardit's friend begins his story.
As a young boy Sardit was apprenticed away from his poor family. He ended up in a workshop, makng furniture for a master by the name of Perrin. The work in itself was very dull and really didn't suit the spantaneous Sardit. But his master treated him well and he was very near completing his master piece when suddenly disaster struck.
A group of drunken dwarves entered the small forrest town where Sardit lived. They were sent by a merchant with the final payement to collect a couple of pieces of furniture he had ordered from Perrin. When Perrin asked for this final payement the dwarf in front of him became angry. As far as Sardit could make out from the back room the dwarves had understood that all the money they were given was theirs. When Perrin argued and showed the contract demanding his due the dwarf became even more angry. It appeared that the dwarves had opened up the second pouch the were given and had used that money to provide themselves with ale and other spirits.
As the old Perrin remained persistent in asking for his money meanwhile refusing to give out his furniture the drunk and now very agitated dwarf lit up like a bonfire. Overtaken with rage the dwarf killed Sardit's master on the site and began maiming his body when he suddenly blinked and became aware of his terrible deed. Sly as the dwarf was he tried to hide his crime by burning down the workshop.
Unaware of Sardit in the backroom he quickly gathered the rest of his gang and they fled the forrest town. Sardit in a panick looked at his poor and now dead master and wasted precious time in moarning over the dead body. Then turning his attention to the wildfire that was roaring around him he decided that the workplace is beyond saving and ran up the stairs to save Michaella, his masters wife.
As he ran up the stairs the fire reached the stock of oils and paints kept in the workplace, creating an even larger inferno. Seeing that the stairs were no longer an option for his departure Sardit ran to the window. But the steep roof would be almost beyond the capabilities of Michaella. Explaining the dire of the situation and the death of her husband, Sardit urged her to come with him. But as his news sank in, Michaella refused to live her remaining years without her husband. Sardit argued, he delayed and delayed untill the moment the flames entered the small room. Faced with an impossible choice Sardit fled using the steep roof. Leaving Michaella behind.
But things did not work out as he had hoped. The dwarves had fled the scene as was to be expected. But the gathered villagers did not believe his story about the terrible incident. Jealous of his now lost position, an apprenticeship that they had wanted their own sons to fill, they greeted the young man with scorn and sneers.
Sardit had to sleep under a hedge that night and when he tried to find some shelter the next day, instead of meeting sympathy or pity only sneers and curses welcomed him.
With not a single trias and no weapons Sardit was forced to relocate, he traveled to the city of Hydlaa and killed rats and vermin in the sewers to live of their meat. Taking shelter in those sewers he found that a friendly town smith by the name of Harmquist would buy some of the parts of the rats he killed. By that way Sardit saved up a few trias to buy some new clothes and pay for a bath. Clean and in his new outfit the first bit of luck shone on Sardit. A stranger that he asked where daggers could be found took him to the arena where he killed a gladiator handing the weapons of his kill to the young Sardit. With his new dagger and an axe Sardit visited the sewers for one of the last times in his life. Going on a rat slaying frenzy he killed so many that he could afford a visit to a man by the name of Brintec in Ojaveda. He was told that this man could teach him the way to use his daggers. A pull from his subconcous detested the axe that so many dwarves pride themselves in using.
On the roads to Ojaveda Sardit met up with the first dwarf since the incident. This happened at an ambush laid by a rogue. Sardit killed the rogue while the dwarf stood by watching. Then the dwarf demanded a part of the loot for guarding Sardit's back as he said. Smelling the alcohol on his breath Sardit killed the filthy creature. In his mind he only saw the workshop with the terrible fire, he felt his fear again and tasted the salt of the tears in Michaella's eyes as he left her to the fire.
As he looted the dead dwarf Sardit noticed something familiar about the dwarf. Had he already found one of the filthy creatures that had slain his hope of a good future? but an uncertainty came over him as he looked more closely. The filthy maggot infested beard covered so much of the face that Sardit could not make out any of the features clearly. A shock went through Sardit, would he be able to distinguish his enemies clearly?
When he studied his problem more closely in the pleasant company of his new teacher Brintec, they came to the conclusion that there was not a way to tell weather or not a dwarf had been a part of that foul group. "You can not trust them on their word." Brintec, himself also a mearchant, said.
His time in the sewers had scarred Sardit in a way, he noticed a lack of enthousiasm to enter any closed areas. And a strong distaste for filth had become a part of him. Scarred aswelll by the hostile reception of the villagers of his hometown Sardit can be mistrusting of other people. His forced stay in the sewers aded a strong temper to this.
He now prefers the clean air and lonelyness of the woods to the hustle of civilisation. And there, enjoying the silence and the crystal sun over his head is where he feels most at home. Comming back to civilisation only out of nescessity.
Vowing revenge on the dwarven race Sardit occupies his days mostly by hunting criminals in the woods. Ridding the world of a few dwarves in the mean time.
As word of his temper got around Sardit has on occasion been asked to deliver a point firmly to other people. Strongarming them and somethimes challenging them to a duel brings him some small income. The rest is gathered by hunting or fighting in the arena. But Sardit feels somewhat uncomfortable providing his service to the people of Hydlaa, and when he can be persuaded to lend a hand his price is quite high.
=== Edit to add ===
Sardit joined the fierce and honourable guild of Dwarvesbane, with time his reputation grew and he became one of the guild leaders. But the dwarven vermin in the world of Planeshift did not like the actions of this guild. Long peace talks were done but to no avail, a war started between Dwarvesbane and Dwarven Star, a guild started especially to deal with the actions of Dwarvenstar. The fights were fierce, and much blood was shed. Countless ambushes were laid and even more fights sprang up wherever the members of either
guild met. After a long final battle in the wilderness the honourable guild of Dwarvesbane had to accept its loss against the overwhelming numbers of dwarves. And to make matters worse. Sardit lended his priceless silverweave daggers to a guild member by the name of Alarice, this fiend however vanished in thin air soon after that and Sardit never saw him again. He is still searching for this thief to retrieve his precious daggers. The rat stole them to duel a dwarf and Sardit believes that they must have been in leage as both Alarice and the dwarf vanished and haven't been reported seen after this incident. His mistrust of other human beings and especially dwarves has only grown and he keeps hunting for these criminals.
