Throndil was once a prominent member of one of the Stonemason guilds of Karak Kadrin. While overseeing a party constructing a new brewery vault, the stone of the roof shattered and came down, crushing dozens of workers. The collapse also caused the chamber above the vault to cave in as well, killing several more Dwarfs. The ensuing investigation found that Throndil had overlooked a fatal flaw in the slab to be used as the domed roof's keystone, causing it to shatter under the stress. Upon the discovery of the flaw, Throndil took the Slayer Oath at the Shrine of Grimnir and left the hold to seek his doom.
In the following years Throndil returned to Karak Kadrin to pray to Grimnir for a worthy opponent many times. On one such occasion he was traveling back to the hold when he came upon a small party of Dwarfs coming from Zhufbar being attacked by a large band of Orcs. Throndil waded in and began hewing Orcs as if they were tall grass, until he faced the Orcs leader, a very large and brutish Black Orc. Throndil wasted no time in attacking the Orc. After several long minutes of combat, Throndils axe lay broken beneath the boot of the beast. Though wounded the Black Orc sensed victory and swung down wildly, sticking it's choppa deep into the ground. Dodging quickly aside, Throndil leapt at the beast and throttled it to death bare handed. In the aftermath a full 20 Orcs lay strewn about him, along with the Black Orc leader. He escorted the traders to their destination of Karak Kadrin, and while praying at the Shrine, the priests gifted Throndil with a rune axe from the Shrines vaults as his own weapon had been destroyed, and for saving the trading party.
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Upon leaving the Shrine after the slaying of the Black Orc, Throndil headed southwest toward the cursed lands of Sylvania. There to find one of the fabled Vampire Counts, or some suitable beast for the slaying, or dieing. He encountered a small ruin, not much more than a fortified tower and great hall, in the foothills to the north of the Coffin Wood.
Throndil entered, knowing the dark creatures of this land were drawn to places like these, as moths to flame. A brief search uncovered a hidden stairwell leading down into what appeared to be a naturally occurring cave. At the back a large stone door was set into the wall with time worn and ancient manling writing etched into it, along with ancient and barely legible Dwarf runes. He could feel the power of the manling scribbles and the runes, but they felt wrong. Running his gnarled fingers across them he spoke to himself out of habit, "Here lies Arnvast Rodel, a King of Men. May his name be forever recorded as Dwarf friend." At these words the stone door opened, revealing a very ancient and very dead warrior standing in the threshold, an unearthly chill emanating from the armor clad bones.
Throndil wasted no time and attacked the Wight King, his first swing nearly missed, merely clipping one of the many ancient tokens from the wights belt. This landed directly at Throndils feet, which he saw was a small and ancient rune covered ancestor badge carved of black stone. As he glanced down the wight attacked, and in his fascination with the badge he was nearly cut down. He returned to the fight in earnest. The two traded blows for nearly two hours with neither gaining the upper hand, though fatigue was beginning to slow Throndil, until the wight scored a lucky blow deep into Throndil's chest. As he sank to his knees his hand found the small stone badge on the floor and closed around it. Throndil spoke one last thing as his visioned dimmed, "Arnvast Rodel, I name thee Oathbreaker." Then saw nothing more.
Throndil awoke sometime later, how long he couldn't guess, but darkness had come. Of his wounds, there was nothing but blue-white scars that were strangely cold to the touch. He searched the ruins but could find no trace of the wight. The memory of the final moments before his vision faded, were of the wight canting his head as though listening to someone, then leaving as if compelled. Standing upon the threshold of the ruin Throndil spoke to the night. "We will meet again Arnvast Oathbreaker. And when we do I'll put you back in your stinking crypt for good." With that he tied the small ancestor stone into his pony-tail and left.
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For many more years would Throndil return to the Shrine of Grimnir to pray for a proper doom. Until his last visit, when he received a vision of great single combats being waged in the manling city of Tilea, between great champions. Here perhaps, was his doom.
Last edited by Locust; 01-11-09 at 04:55 PM.