Gotrek thought as he watched yet more strangers come into the fast filling tap room of his local watering hole.

I shall be glad when this damn wedding is over.

Slopping down his halve finished ale the dwarf kicked back in his chair and began reminiscing on simpler times.

From an early age, Gotrek showed promise, promise in martial strategy, promise in axe play, promise in smithing, but none of these seemed to capture his interest. Sure he would spend hours in the smithy hammering out kinks in armour and balancing misused axes, his parents would despair at the number of time the young dwarf would come home with massive burns about him. They seems to spend as much time at the temple getting him patched up as he spent injuring himself in the forge. Perhaps this is where his faith originated? He was always fascinated by the healer powers of Moradins clergy. When his duties at the smithy were finished he would spend time talking with the acolytes and students at the temple, he began studying under Brother Bragadin Stonehelm. A pious dwarf with external patience.

Gotrek kept up his hammer work in the smithy and used his clerical teaching to aid him, patching up his own burns, stoking the forge with Moradin fire. He fast became a highly regarded student of Moradin and a desired craftsman.

For years he would use his calling for simple tasks in and around Delmarsh. Be it helping the injured or magically reinforcing the defences. But the day came when his skill would be tested to the limit.

The nearby village of Highmarsh, a farming community not 3 days from Delmarsh came under attack. A band of ogre’s came to the region looking to settle, and why make your own home when you're 9 feet tall and you can take someone else’s?? They took Highmarsh by night as the farmers slept. Word came to Delmarsh in the form of a young boy, he had ridden hard as soon as the Ogre's attacked, both horse and rider were near exhausted, driven by fear, they came into Delmarsh with the plea for help.

Gotrek, Bragadin and a unit of 20 men were sent out to aid the survivors of Highmarsh and punish the Ogre assailants. This proved to be a mistake. For the messenger had underestimated the Ogre force. Yes 5 had attacked the village, but another 10 weren't far behind

All the rescuers were killed or left for dead. His spells spent and his life slipping from him, Gotrek fell in and out of consciousness for nearly a day, luckily during one of he conscious periods he crawled to located the body of Bragadin, his mentor was truly dead!! Despair set in!! But Gotrek found the scroll that saved his life in Bragadins satchel. Squinting through the blood in his eyes and the blur of concussion he read the scroll aloud, even with the fear that he would misread the incantations or stumble over the words, he managed to heal himself enough that he could escape Highmarsh and return to his home.

A greater force returned to Highmarsh, gathered from the regions towns and villages. Gotrek went to for Moradin called that his hammer be used in payment for Bragadins life. The Ogre's fell to a better planned assault and a larger army. The leaders skull cracked by Gotrek himself.

Gotrek became grim, the revenge not quenched, for a while he became a bit of a recluse and the township worried about him. But it wasn't too long before he was back in the Temple or the forge, some unknown fire set to burning within! He has become known for his grumblings and sour face, but is still well liked in Delmarsh. Most believe his steely exterior is a front - and they might be right!! For even with all his moaning he still does great good when called upon.

The sound of splintering wood roused Gotrek from his daydream, as the house Golem dragged a man from the taproom and threw him into the street.

Arhh yes, I better get meself ready for the wedding!

Gotrek thought as he quickly finished his now warm ale, wiped the froth from his platted beard and started to make his way out of the bar.