Thunli was hewed from the rock of his mother in the venerable mountain home of Khaz Ardoth, where the Drinkysmashy clan was as old as the mountain itself. His Father was a hammerer, his uncle one of the nobles of the Mountain, and his mother a cheesemaker. Thunli's life was good, he was raised in a luxurious apartment near the bottom of the fort, safe from the dangerous Goblin raids that frequented the fort, but like many forts, the Khaz had dug too deep. Creatures, black as night with leathery wings, speaking a tongue so black that it stole the light from the room it was spoken in. With flaming sword and whip they rushed through the fort, its defenders powerless against them. Thunli was with his mother at the time, examining the new adamantine vein discovered just the other week by her 3rd cousin when the demons attacked. Thunli's mother, arms swollen from years of cheese making, told her son to run while she attempted to hold off the demons with a nearby pick. Thunli never saw what happened to his mother, but her screams would haunt him for the rest of his life. He ran the only way he could, towards the mineshaft of adamantine, down its glass stairs and towards a faint purple glow. As Thunli passed through the last set of smashed artifact cinnabar doors that once held whatever was in this cavern in, he was met with the dull purple light that radiated from this eerie cavern. Walls of solid black slade greeted him, along with what seemed like endless pits of red that dotted the cavern floor far below. He could barely make out malformed shapes, taller than giants, that roamed the plains below, no two looking even the slightest bit similar. Thunli soon lost consciousness, and when the young dwarf of 10 years awoke, he was on a cart hurriedly moving away from the Khaz, a scant few dwarves with clothing covered in soot as all that remained of the once mighty Khaz. After that day Thunli was to not step foot within a dwarfhold for 30 years, wandering the land as an adventurer, seeing many sights on his travels, even catching glimpse of one of the many demons that destroyed his home and slaughtered his family. For 6 long years, he followed this demon, tracking it over the world, watching it build a mighty tower of the very same substance, A vast spire around which the goblins of the land had built a sprawling city. After returning from this scouting trip to a local human city, the capital of a mighty empire, Thunli joined up with a large party of the best adventures in the realm to depose this demon before he brought ruin to the land. This party of 500 set out to torch the city and scale the tower, to restore balance to the land and send the demon lord screaming back to hell. The Battle was glorious, with the army of the empire assaulting the goblin city as the adventuring party scaled the dark tower, level by damned level. Many fell to the dark creatures, and before long their party of 500 was reduced to a mere 50. It was here that they found the vault, and after breaking down its great Obsidian Doors were greeted by a host of "angels" such as it were, sent to guard the slab that lie in the center of the room, and which bounded the demon lord to this world. Several of the angels, roughly the size of a human but radiating an evil presence so strong it was tangible, rushed forth at the party. The Battle was joined, as human, dwarf and elf alike fought for the survival of their people, or gold, or just to see another day. The Largest of the guards, the Archangel, a twisted beast of 14 arms and 7 heads, sat and watched with glee as blood and divine essence alike was spilled on the black floor of the vault, before rising from its perch and descending into the fray. With a single swing of half of its arms, each holding a scimitar made of the very same slade as the tower itself, it felled 8 of the adventurers. It swung again, and another 4 fell to its wrath. It was at this moment that something most unexpected happened. A human male, old and in robes marked with all manner of runes, held aloft a bronze rob, and upon uttering some manner of chant in a language as old as Thunli's Khal, the walls of the vault began to shake in rhythmic beat. A mighty bronze fist burst through the walls, followed by another as a Bronze Colossus strode into the room. The Old human pointed his rod at the Archangel, and as if bound to his will, the Colossus charged forth, tackling the Archangel out of the other side of the Vault wall, their joined screams followed by an earth shattering *thud* as both titans hit the earth below. Taking the chance that was given to them, the remaining 18 adventurers, Thunli included, rushed the remaining Angels guarding the slab. A brutal melee followed, wherein the last of the angels were slain, but only 5 of the original 500 adventurers remained. AS they reached the slab, made of solid Obsidian and covered in arcane symbols that burned the very mind to read, a mighty roar echoed throughout the vault, and indeed throughout the entire goblin city as well. The Demonlord was displeased, and his very existence in the mortal realm threatened. From the floor of the Vault he rose, a mint green ass, secreting a deadly gas. Etar, bane of Khaz Ardoth, had arrived. With sudden action, Cacame Wediame, the elven archer, sprung into action, planting a series of Adamantine arrows into the beast's eyes, distracting it for but a moment. While it writhed in pain and hooved at its pierced eyes, Grimgor the Halfgiant, and his giant Chinchilla leapt at the bewildered demon, with claw and sword they tore at its flesh. Next was the Twin Albino Sasquatches, Flem and Fleam, taught to speak by an Altruistic Elf Kingdom who found them as small hairy babes, who turned to Thunli, speaking in turn in the simplistic nature that befitted their kind. "You smash Slab, we distract demon" said one, then the other, as they picked up Thunli as tossed him halfway across the vault, smacking directly into the Slab. Thunli arose, looking at the slab. Its runes calling out to him, telling him to speak what was written and forever have the demon bound to him, so long as he may live. Thunli gazed longingly at the slab, as the voice of damnable temptation whispered in his ears. Then a softer voice emerged, that of his mother. Then her scream, that same scream that had haunted him for so many years, kept him awake at night. He picked up a hammer, dropped by one of the slain angels, and holding it aloft, screamed: "ETAR, BANE OF MY PEOPLE, I CAST YOU BACK TO THE HELL FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!" He brought the hammer down, and with Dwarven strength cracked it in two. The Demon screamed as he was dragged back into hell, the forces that bound him to this world vanished before his very eyes. With the demon who's power held it together vanquished, the Spire began to crack and crumble under its own weight. Down the many levels the heroes fled, facing little resistance as the unifying power that held these dark creatures to this place having been sent back to the umber depths from which it emerged. They managed to escape just in the nick of time, as the tower began its final collapse just as they exited the damnable city. It slade rubble burying all that remained under its bulk. Expecting a heroes welcome, they 5 adventurers made way to the Emperor's encampment, some distance from the city. What they got instead was shackles and chains, as the emperor saw fit to claim that it was he who vanquished the mighty demon lord; he who saved the land, his people and all others, from Etar's Black power, and having a living testament to his lie would prove most troublesome indeed. They rotted in the Imperial Oubliette for 2 years, before a errant Bronze Colossus attacked the prison, bringing it down around the imprisoned adventurers. Thunli escaped the rubble and made way to the nearest port, travelling back to dwarven lands so that he might live a new life. As he passed into the woods nearest the Oubliette, he found a small package of clothes, and a steel axe. Along with these he found a note "From an old friend". He disposed of the rags he was wearing, and left the land of the Empire far behind him. He arrived in dwarven lands, and still haunted by the visions of his youth, joined up with a colony caravan, so that he might form new memories building a new home.