Ayden Rumblekeg pondered as he stood before his proud adopted father, Kargin Rumblekeg, Brewmaster of the Rumblekegs and Holyhammer of Torag. Ayden was being presented with Hammer and Tongs: The Forging of Metal and Other Good Works his text and testament to the workings of the Father of Creation. His thoughts drifted back, to when he wasn’t Ayden Rumbelkeg, but only lowly Ayden the Lost. A child barely twenty living on the streets protecting his sister. TO make it on the streets he had to be tough, but not step into too many fights, unless it was for little Anya’s sake, as such he learned patience, but he always remembered those who’d been wronged. It was in the streets where Kargin found him, bloodied and trembling, barely standing as he stood between a thug and his sister, using his own body as a shield to protect her, a simple hammer in his hands swaying unsteadily in his hands. Kargin sent the thug scrambling away and pulled a tankard from his belt, handing it to Ayden, " ‘tis good fer what ails ya, lad." he grinned and led the two back to the temple and forge of Torag to learn a new life, Kargin being a bit soft for the less fortunate and wanting to build upon their potential. Life at the forgemaster’s chapel was hard, but worthy and worthwhile work. Ayden found himself drawn into the sermons of Creation, and worked diligently to learn the creation of some of Torag’s most sacred of creations, Meads and Ales. Kargin himself was a skilled Brewmaster and often went on journeys to try new ingredients to make a more worthy stout or a more penitent ale. Ayden learned of patience, watching the forgemasters take their time to create the most incredible of creations down to the simplest of utensils. When not in studies or helping others create as an apprentice he practiced martial training, all hands were needed in times of war, or peace, to be able to fight. When he was grown enough to leave and start out a man, he requested to stay on, and learn to be an agent of Torag, to go out and bring his law to others who had forsaken it or knew it not. Now, after all those years of training, here he stood, in front of his adopted father, beaming proudly as he got his tome to take with him as he traveled the world, to find and create anew, and to stop destruction where he could. He smiled down at Anya, she was growing up to be quite the shield-maiden and he was sure he’d have to bash some head in proper when he returned.
