Jerryn Fabio Dasboot

Jerryn Fabio Dasboot, married to Janettea James Dasboot, and father to Tiberion "The Mighty" Dasboot was born in the heart of a molten forge on the 24'th of Pholtum in the city of Dhurn Molder.

The first thing Jerryn ever saw was a prominent flag featuring the holy symbol of Gond, and expert blacksmith Dwarves hard at work. It is rumoured his first word was "Hammer"

Shortly after rising from the forge, a group of Hill Dwarves huddled around him to fix him up in the apparel of their deity, and call for a celebration in the village, this celebration lasted until the end of the day, and is rumoured this gathering is one of the only days off these mighty Dwarves had in a long time. The celebration featured all sorts of fancy ale, meat, and most importantly Jerryn was knighted by the Wee Folk's Smithing Hammer, which is a mighty war hammer has been wielded by champions of Gond himself, as a shining light emitted from the hammer as to bless Jerryn.

As a lad, Jerryn was enamored by the forge and the city of Dhurn Molder, taking it all in as he worked along side his fellow Hill Dwarves, usually helping to cool heated metal or retrieve parts from the workshop next to the forge. When he was old enough to properly man the forge, he basically already mastered the skill from the blessing he received as child. Everyone was taken aback at his skill, and was shortly appointed chief in operations to the forge.

As he grew older, passing's of Orcs, Elves and their hatred among Dwarves, and Jerryn would often think the Anvil was an Orc face or and Elf face, as he drove his tools into the steel.

On one fateful afternoon, when Jerryn was on his day off in the tavern, enjoying his ales, he spotted a very lovely dwarf by the name of Janettea James Lynn from across the room. The two met eyes, and time stopped, the amulet of Gond Jerryn was wearing around his necklace shined brighter than it ever has before, quickly trying to hide it, Janettea walked over to his table, and ordered a round of shots for the two, as if to challenge him in a drinking contest. Jerryn gave her a snarky glance, and gladly accepted. After the first 5 shots, fellow Dwarves started to crowd around their table, and after the 10th shot the whole tavern was watching them pound back shot after shot, until the two put down their 12th shot, when Janettea admitted defeat, she gave Jerryn a look as to size him up, and when the crowd dispersed, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and the phrase, "Meet me here tomorrow night around 7, I'm not finished with you yet" and shot him a wink as she exited the tavern. *Editors note: I don't think I need to describe what happened the next night, I'll let you, the reader imaging what happened ;)*

The two became the talk of the city, and this was their date night every week, until 1 fateful night where Jerryn put his master plan into action, propose to her. As the couple pushed their 12th shot, Jerryn said to her "Better watch your cup, darling, you might cut yourself!" As Janettea got a concerned look on her face, as she looked down into her shot glass, and a bronze ring with an expertly cut diamond surrounded by smaller ruby's and sapphires sat at the bottom of the cup, and without missing a beat Jerryn looked into her eyes and said "Janettea, ever since I saw you from across this very table, I knew Gond had a special plan for me, and bringing you into my life is something I thank him for every day. So, will you, Janettea James Lynn take me to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Janettea looking into his eyes, tearing up as all she could muster were the words "Yes!" over an over. The two came in for an embrace that warmed up the entire city. And on that fateful night, Tiberion "The Mighty" Dasboot was conceived.

Leading up to Tiberion's birth, Janettea took leave to stay inside and care for herself and the baby, while Jerryn would remain hard at work at the forge, continuing to visualize the Orcs and Elves he has grown a hatred for over the years. However in his down time he would pick up books and texts from Elves, trying to learn their language in hopes of catching comments they might make towards him in the taverns and streets.

Instead of folk songs, Janettea preferred to be around the forge while being pregnant with Tiberion, she thought it would be a good influence on him, and having Jerryn be hard at work she thought Tiberion could hear his call outs, and maybe learn a couple things while being in the womb. At nights, Jerryn would try to translate Dwarven words to their Elven counterparts, as if to teach his son common insults used by those "pointy eared bastards." His dislike for Orcs didn't really make it out when talking to Tiberion in the womb. Jerryn would also read great tales about Gond and his blessing on this forge, and the hammer that is kept in the heart of the city.

One fateful night, on the 36th of Rumabry, Tiberion was born similar to his father, next to the forge. Janettea had Jerryn slow down production for the time being so they could welcome to their newborn son. Jerryn almost knew what he would name him, he took one look at him, and shouted out "Tiberion! Oh my little Tibs!" and the whole forge was crowded around them. However, at this point a mercenary band of Duergars stormed into town to steal the Wee Folk's Smithing Hammer, news was spread pretty quick by those who were outside at this time, and no time was wasted for Jerryn to be told by other Dwarves. If it wasn't for his son's birth he would have gone after them himself, but his days of adventuring and all that were coming to a close. He told Tiberion to one day, reclaim that hammer for his own, and bring those who captured it to justice.