Burning Dwarf Fortress
B1: Freya’s indecision is useful but her certainty is not to be trusted.
B2: Power is the true source of one’s worth, not money, and the best way to show off power is a warbear, I will train Beary to be the strongest of bears.
B3: Father deserves to fail and I will ensure it by making a legend of my actions in the mine.
Oath: Take care of father’s company until my dying breath.
I1: Never surprised by cave ins
I2: Eat anything once.
I3: Refuse to carry large amounts of money
Traits: Lifting Heavy things, Iron Stomach, Deep Sense
Relationships: Father: Talos Emeraldback (hateful, minor)
For time, Largos worked under his father Talos trading gems in the family company. However, Talos realized that he could save more money [an extra 5 gold pieces per year] by demoting his son to work on the hauling end of the business. Largos felt scorned by the idea that his father didn’t think he was worth even a small amount of gold, and was determined to show that he could be useful.
Over the years, he worked as a diligent hauler. Haul Races were regular competitions to participate in, both as a way to raise moral, but mostly to trick the workers into bringing more gems in to increase the Talos’s bottom line. Largos won Hauler of the Month on multiple occasions, but his father barely looked at him, seeing Largos as little more than a few saved -or lost, depending on the take that day – pieces of gold.
Largos tried harder to get back into Talos’s good graces by taking initiative and going into the mines himself. He followed the excavators around, learning from them unofficially, smashing the rocks to dig out gems and taking them back himself in the same day. Largos tried to do the work of two men at once, and yet Talos saw little more than another opportunity to save money. Realizing Largos would keep working to win his affection, Talos cut Largos’s pay to that of a beggar on the streets.
The fellow workers on the line pointed out that if it weren’t for a handful of them, there would be no gems to trade for. The workers reveled in the idea that while their income wasn’t great, there was honor in knowing that they were the foundation for something bigger than themselves. Money would never be a significant symbol for that. They tried to console Largos, saying that some people were born to not eat well because of coin, and to take solace in a job well done.
However, without a reasonable amount of money, Largos had to sleep under the wagons. Talso had rented out Largos’s room to visiting traders or nobles, saying “When you can afford to live here, you can stay in the house.” Most of the coin was saved up for food or other necessities. Largos hated being overlooked and used to the point of pitiful existence.
Largos thought about what would happen if he left. Talos wouldn’t notice the departure, but If a worker left, the money lost would be substantial even for a day. Surely no one could move as much rock, or dig it out as efficiently. That’s where Largos could get back at Talos, hitting his pockets.
Out of patience, funds, and love for his father, Largos decided that he must set out on his own. Talos’s love of money had destroyed him, little by little, over the 52 years Largos had been alive. Largos would never let coin drive his decisions, that there was more to the people around him than how much money they could give. He would prove it with his own two hands.