Jakkin's Tale: Controlled Burn

This is part of a series, though it stands alone in its own right as a collection of tales. This entry will chronicle the life of Jakkin, dwarven Champion, and until such a time as his tales are ready, will contain his backstory prior to the beginning of the War of the Ring, and thus the events of the game.

For those wondering, there is very little chance that this particular entry will contain any smut at all. It may, but not likely; Jakkin has never truly thought over much about females, and has for the majority of his life been much more concerned with other matters.

Once the stories start getting up and posted, please do comment and let me know what you're thinking.

-Niara

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A Champion's Chronicle: Controlled Burn

Placeholder: The History of Jakkin.

Jakkin hails from the Grey Mountains, born in the halls under Mount Gundabad, at a time some one hundred and seventy years before the war of the ring. As a young dwarf, he trained rigorously in a wide selection of martial practices, always driven by a fire in his blood not uncommon in his people, raging against the lost dwarf kingdoms of the past. Against his family’s wishes, he eschewed all crafts and trades in favour of this disciplined life, and often took himself apart from his kinsmen to drill and train.

As well as practicing his combat form and techniques, he also trained himself long and hard against the rigours of the elements themselves, practicing on the harsh slopes of Mount Gundabad, in all conditions. When he had reached what he counted as an acceptable standard of combat, Jakkin roved out from his home, venturing over land, river and mountain, in search of the wandering orc and goblin, in search of greater challenges to test his mettle against.

For many years he traveled between the various dwarf holds and small settlements, finding wherever he went more stories or grievances and loss, of fallen kin and lost home, pillaged wealth and grievous insult. Stories, for the most part, that all dwarves knew of in some shape or form, but for Jakking hearing different tales from such personal perspectives always worked at his mind, strengthening his resolve to hold his axe high, apply it to orc, goblin and drake and never rest it until they took his last breath from him.

It so happened that he found himself present at Thorin’s gate when Thorin’s company set out for Erebor and the Lonely Mountain, and was wroth at being disallowed the honour of joining that expedition, but though his grievances for the losses of his people burned hot, they were not so personal as those felt by the small company that set out at that time, and for that he abated, and remained in Thorin’s gate for a time.

Indeed, though lesser, troubles existed even then in those hills, and for several years he lent his axe to the task of the internal conflict between Durin’s folk and the Dourhand dwarves, exiled for their crimes against relations between the dwarves and the elves of that region.

After hearing of the fall of Smaug, Jakkin departed to follow in the steps of Thorin’s company, reaching the Lonely Mountain, and helping to restore that lost kingdom. In this work he found a great sense of peace and contentment which he had hither to never felt, and this cooled his blood of its fury. Though he choose not to step back from his vows, then, but forward to face whatever enemies came upon them, it was with a calm and determined fire that he now struck out, rather than the burning rage of his youth. More battles in Dale and Erebor tempered his combat prowess, and taught him a proper appreciation of the pains and sorrows of any battle, beyond the bloodlust and rage, as he lost many companions, man and dwarf, in the fighting.

Eventually, he returned to Thorin’s Halls, to find the Dourhand exiles once more seeking to divide dwarf and elf, and set to with a deeper sense of purpose, fighting now with a goal to seeing it end.

I am as yet undecided how I shall tell Jakkin’s tale in full, and though I have many events in my mind that warrant telling, it may be that I must first see to setting down his earlier life, as covered briefly here.

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