It was the day that Baethor was to forge his finest axe. The one that he would use in battle for much of the rest of his life. After long hours of mining in the tunnels of Azboferg Baethor stumbled upon a small bit of a shiny metal. He and his father immediately recognized this metal and dug furiously to discover a vein of Mithril as broad as Baethor's shoulders. It was a glorious day indeed for the Thunderblood clan.
The father and son duo made their way back home and much found themselves greeted at home with much celebration. Baethor's mother and little sister had prepared quite the feast for the evening that was to celebrate Baethor and his coming of age.
After the meal had ended, while the women cleaned the dinner, and the men sat to smoke their pipes beside the fire while the boys played games a knock came on the door. The dwarf that met his father there looked grim indeed. A dwarf had been found dead in the lower tunnels of the complex and their assistance was requested to help discover who had caused this death. As Baethor's father and grandfather grabbed their weapons and headed out Baethor and his brothers knew that they were going to follow.
As Baethor's father and grandfather inspected the corpse of the slain dwarf, being watched from a ledge not to far away by the boys, a dark cloaked figure lept out and attacked. The attacker was dispatched easily by the two battle hardened dwarves and they immediately revealed the attacker....Drow. The Drow had come to Azboferg. It was then that the dark elves began to pour out of every crevice and tunnel to destroy the dwarves of Azboferg. During the destruction Baethor's father forced him out of a secret exit, saving him from the grim fate that awaited so many others.
Baethor waited at the exit of the tunnel for nearly a week but no one came. After he began to come to terms with what had happened to his clan he bagan to weep and to mourn. He wept and prayed for his clans safe passage to the halls of the ancestors for days until he could no longer stand. He then passed out from hunger and exhaustion.
When he awoke he found himself lying in a field staring into the face of an ogre. Fearing the ogre, since drow often enslave ogres for their armies, he jumped up and prepared for battle. Luckily for both Baethor and all who now know him, he had come face to face with Nichtmar the ogre of Mittelmarch. Nichtmar nursed Baethor back to health, brought him to the town of Mittelmarch, and then left him to make his own way.
It was not long after his arrival in the town proper of Mittelmarch that Baethor was brought into a secret place and inducted into the Brotherhood of the Crimson Fang.