Nefun Onyxbreaker

Dwarf, Male, 265 years old.   People call me Uncle Nyx   A beloved member of the community, Nefun Onyxbreaker is seen as a father or brother to many. It seems there isn't anything he wouldn't do to protect the ones he loves.    Nefun Onyxbreaker was one of the last refugees to make it to Ballustrade. When he was only 15 years old, he and his parents fled Gal Goldir when the earth started to move and rumors of a darkness moving through the mines became too strong to ignore. They left the rest of their house behind, as his relatives were confident in their ability to fend off whatever was attacking them. They heard from a trader that a few folks were being let into Ballustrade to escape and wait out whatever was happening around the continent – most of which they knew nothing about, but every day they were forced to confront some of the horrors that had been unleashed. Strange man-like creatures who seemed to appear out of nowhere and kill entire groups of people before vanishing again, families driven mad as if possessed by some otherworldly force, and the ground and sky turning unnatural colors and making noises as if they had come to life. It took almost a week and a half for the three of them to spot the great city in the distance, but they could see that they were too late. Magic was swirling around the city, and entire chunks of earth and stone were being whipped around as if picked up by a giant, and then disappearing into nothingness. They ran into the thick of it, sprinting past the rubble and watching as wagons and buildings were ripped apart and taken away, leaving only pieces behind. They were getting closer when Nefun’s father stopped in his tracks. Nefun and his mother turned back to see the entire right side of his body being separated, piece by piece, with a look of horror on the old man’s face, before he slumped to the ground in a bloody heap. Nefun’s mother was in tears as she held Nefun’s head to her chest, praying that she wouldn’t have to watch that happen to her only son, and that some miracle would save him from the storm.   Just then, the thundering of hooves came from behind, and a cloaked figure was upon them. Nefun’s mother looked up at the figure with tears in her eyes, still cradling her son against the winds, and the figure stopped. There was a nod from under the hood and a hand outstretched down to them. Nefun’s mother picked him up and handed his limp crying body up and onto the horse. There was only a moment of acknowledgement before they raced off towards and eventually inside the city. Nefun isn’t sure if it’s a memory, or a product of the nightmares he has had ever since, but he swears he can picture his mother smiling as she too was torn apart in the distance.   Nefun was taken in by the other dwarves and was instrumental in the building of their stronghold and many of the stone structures in the city. He became renown as the most skilled sculptor they had, which is why after they stopped expanding the buildings, he turned to creating public art.