Brodin was hired to build a mighty statue of Dwarf noble Hragurd Firebeard, a 100 ft monstrosity of Obsidian and Gold, magma pouring from the gem encrusted mouth. Brodin was an engineer building the magma pump stack, but died of natural causes when an angry worker pulled a floodgate lever, engulfing him in lava. Doradin and Khagurd were left to fend for themselves.
While Doradin was at Druid school, Khagurd perished with the rest of her fortress when their ill conceived goblin drowning trap omitted a draining system.
Doradin’s inherited coat-of-arms has a green field, and depicts a Silver Bear and a Silver Elf. The bear is striking down the elf. The elf and the bear are on fire. The family motto circumscribes the shield in Silver runes. It sounds sage in the dwarf-tongue, but is actually a list of their favourite lagers. The coat-of-arms is emblazoned on Doradin’s family ring.
Doradin went to druid school to “totally turn into a badass bear and maul the fuck out of dudes”. Instead, he mostly did Gnomeblight kegstands, and finally got bored of “fucking with trees they just sit there, not like bears, bears fuck your shit up”. He dropped out and is on poor terms with the school.
He only agrees to things if it involves acquiring gems, gold, or magma, and prefers his plans convoluted and impractical (“More Dwarfy”). Being a Dwarf much wiser than his years suggest, Doradin frequently sees what others simply cannot, reading into complex situations with ease.
One day he was chilling in the Brindonford Tavern singing about gold, mystical gems, axes, and bears…when goblins raided the town. He heroically aided the villagers and saved many lives with his new compatriots. Almost single-handedly he slew the hobgoblin king Sinruth and his demonic consort, losing only two hostages to death’s embrace. Taking Sinruth’s fort, he graciously allowed the hostages to stay in his luxurious palace in exchange for a few magma-based labours.
However, it was not to be. The tyrannical Baron, not content with merely oppressing his own citizens, was too greedy to properly reward Doradin for his peaceful efforts. Doradin was not deceived by the facade, realising the Baron’s advisors were clearly a death cult of the evil god Asmodeus. He went undercover to free the town of their demonic oppression, but due to a series of misunderstandings was banished from the town.
His biggest ambition is to one day find a box of money. His second biggest ambition is to construct a coliseum in order to find the most fantastic creatures known to mortals, and force them to fight to the death for entertainment and profit.
While fighting Finnoc, he realised that his home planet neeeded him, so he quickly departed. Unfortunately, he died on the way to his home planet.