Sarman Born as the son of a farmer and a maid in the partly human fiefdom of a dwarven fortress, Sarman's first years were nothing outwardly special. However, unlike most heroic farmboys, he didn't saw his parents slaughtered by orcs as a cheap plot device for him to angst over, or his hometown burned to cinder only for him to swear revenge over. Well... not really. As the feudal laws stipulated, the sixteen-year-old Sarman was to be conscripted at the fortress, and the dwarven delegation was to choose a job for him to proceed. However, his sixteenth birthday happened just after the feast that followed the harvest, and they found him utterly drunk, brawling with other equally drunk young men (over reasons such as "he spilled my beer" or "he looked at the girl I was looking at, damnit"), and doing surprisingly well for a drunken, untrained kid. So they sent him to the local School of the Unrelenting Fist, which had a certain way with drunken martial arts. After a serious punishment for troubling order (which Sarman would remember until quite some time), he started his training in martial arts. He seemed eager to go, and rather agile for a simple farm-boy, so he did pretty well. About ten years after, his body trained to be a deadly weapon itself and his mind made sharp, Sarman, now Brother Sarman of the Unrelenting Fist, left the school for travelling the world, as the school required of it's students. He was ready to perform his arts against his foes, and challenge enemies strange and uncertain. <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/qk9dcs7c6zqbxgm/Sarman.pdf?dl=0" rel="nofollow">https://www.dropbox.com/s/qk9dcs7c6zqbxgm/Sarman.pdf?dl=0</a>