My name is Mendall Mason. I’m kinda short and I have long, brown hair with a beard, it’s braided.  My skin is dark, my eye color is brown and they are close together. I also have small ears and a pudgy nose.

I love kids and I had a family once. I believe, that family comes first specially when it comes to saving people.

I take my responsibilities very seriously, along with my duty.  I am a born and raised blacksmith and I can mend anything you put in front of me that requires the use of metal.

I mentioned I had a family once, I you are probably wondering what happened to them.  I remember the day like it was yesterday.

I had just come home from a full day in the smithy, bringing in the money.  I make anything from small daggers to fixing armor after all.  

Anyway, I was in a pretty good mood when I came in the door.  Considering the fact that Elva, that’s me wife, she was sick, but I had thought she was getting better.  

When I walked in the door my daughter, small as she was, was on a stool trying to cook dinner.  Now this had happened before, but usually Elva was at least supervising Trudie, that’s me daughter’s name.  I asked where her mother was and she said, “Mama? she hasn’t gotten out of bed all day.  I go in your room, I see her laying on the bed.  When I go to touch her she’s cold and it gets worse and worse every time I go in there.”  

I after I heard that ran to my room to see my wife.  She was pale, as if she had no blood left in her body, and cold, oh so cold.  I looked to see if she was breathing and put my ear to her mouth in case I could hear the rasp of her breathing.  I felt and heard nothing.  I wanted to cry, but I knew even though she was dead, I still had Trudie.

I went and dug the grave that overlooked the meadows where we lived; there I buried her. I was sad.  I went back inside to help my daughter live, where my wife could not.

About a week later Trudie got sick, I stopped working. I took her to the doctor’s, he informed me that what she has was incurable, though he did give me several vials of an elixir, that he tld me, she had to take once a day for the next week and it was supposed to help her get better on her own.  

Six days later, she was on her last vial, which was in the kitchen because I was going to put it in a cup for her.  

I was in the back reading to her when I heard a noise in the front of the house.  I went to investigate; I just thought it was a mouse in the kitchen.  I was so wrong.  

Four men were in my home looking for valuables.  I had walked right into their search of my home, with their swords and daggers.  One of them had the vial that had been on the counter, he thought it looked important and so was going to take it.

I asked for it back. I told him it would be worthless to him. He didn’t believe me. I went to grab it and he grabbed his sword and since the vial was in his sword hand he dropped the vial.

I saw it happen and I was frozen I couldn’t move a single muscle.  All I could do was watch it fall, and see it shatter on to the hard clay floor and see the floor just suck it in like it had a great thirst.  It was gone, and it had all happened in a moment.  

In that moment my world as it was, stood still.  When it broke something in me snapped and I was after them like a bat out of hell.  I don’t know quite what happened because I saw red and nothing else.  

When I could see again I had managed to get them tied up only to go back into my daughter’s room in the back and sit down.  She hadn’t eaten for four days and drank anything for two.  She was coughing up blood and her breathing was ragged.  All I could do was pray that she got well.

Sometime during the night I assume it was close to midnight or just after.  She stopped breathing, her heart stopped pumping, no warning, nothing.  I went berserk on every last one of those bandits and they lost their lives that night.  Me, I just remember sobbing until I thought my eyes were going to come out.

I left town, the next morning I couldn’t stay in the same town where my family had lived with me.  I went to the closest realm and volunteered to fight in the front line.  

They didn’t want to put me there, because they had need of a blacksmith and had heard of my skills as such.  I told them to let me fight once and if I don’t prove myself well enough the first day, I would meekly work in the smithy at what ever task they feel fit to give me.  

The King allowed it and not only did I acquit myself well I also survived which I didn’t want.  Yet instead of standing still I reacted by killing and hoping someone was smart enough to kill me. I don’t believe in suicide so as much as I have a death wish, I can’t actively seek it in any way, shape, or form.  

However after a few years and seeing so much death around me I gave up my wish of death and as you can see I survived my foolhardy ways.  I still miss my family.  Yet I will live if for no other reason than because they didn’t, so I must live for them.  

Mendall
My name is Mendall Mason. I’m kinda short and I have long, brown hair with a beard, it’s braided.  My skin is dark, my eye color is brown and they are close together. I also have small ears and a pudgy nose.   
I love kids and I had a family once. I believe, that family comes first specially when it comes to saving people.  

I take my responsibilities very seriously, along with my duty.  I am a born and raised blacksmith and I can mend anything you put in front of me that requires the use of metal.  

I mentioned I had a family once, I you are probably wondering what happened to them.