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cradleofphilth
The name is Thrim, Thrim Stonejaw. Where do I start? Well I've been travelling for a long time now, probably over two years.  I'm not going to go into much detail about that, apart from this small part.. The only elf I've met with hospitality such as his. I was badly injured from a small war outside a village, my battleaxe was damaged and my shield was missing. The elf came out of nowhere, holding only a sword. Close inspection led me to believe the sword was made of gold. The elf defeated several orcs advancing towards me, with a single blow. He offered me food, shelter and friendship. After several months of recovering, and helping him with what I could I decided to leave. I cannot remember his name, I feel so bad about that. So after many more months of travelling, I came across a few helpful people. They directed me to a town called 'Greenshire' and well...I'm still here today.