Estonia's Background

To say I’m angry at the world might be taking it a little too far. To say I hate father would be an understatement. As a child growing up I believed the love from my father was unconditional, without limits. My father took me everywhere with him. I was shown the world and I could do what ever I wanted. My father was a successful dwarven merchant and he provided me with anything I wanted, or thought I wanted. Together we traveled the lands always on the move. It would be years before we returned to a city. We were always on the road. I thought this was normal. The only people I ever met were the merchants and their families with which my father traded. I would occasional get to play with other children, but being a female dwarf some of the children were scared of me and others would just ignored me. As such I never had any friends, but I always had my father.

My father Ragnar Kralik was a well-known and shrewd trader. I would sometimes sneak up and listen to my father negotiate the better deal. Ragnar was a smooth talker and could convince just about anyone that they were getting the better end of the deal. Ragnar traded just about anything he thought he might be able to trade for a profit somewhere down the road. He never let me see the merchant wagon or the goods since we usually traveled a day or two ahead of the caravan. The only time I ever heard what he was selling were the times I snuck in and listened to my father and the other merchant discuss the products. When I was young I didn’t understand what they were real talking about they seemed to have their own language for some of the items they were selling.

As they years went by my father never talked about our dwarven homeland or my mother. I would ask and he would tell me “I’m all the family you will ever need.” or “That all in the past, we only look to the future.” After a while I just quit asking him, but I never stopped wondering. When I was thirty-eight years old I was listening in on one of my fathers trade discussions I heard the merchant mention that he was interested in acquiring some slaves. I was shocked and appalled that my father would deal in such a terrible commodity. For several months I would listen to the trade talks and learned that my father traded slaves with some regularity. My world began crashing around me. I didn’t know what to do, but somehow I knew slavery was bad. It all came down to the fateful day when I finally confronted my father. He didn’t deny it, but claimed that it was only a small part of his business. He told me if I would like he would stop selling slaves. I was happy I did something good and maybe some people would be free because of my actions.
The months seemed to flow by and all seemed well. I had listened to my father trade talks and it seemed he had stopped in the slave trade. I thought all was going good until one day when we were trading with another dwarven merchant. I just happened to listen in on the trade that day. What I heard shocked me even more than slave trade. My father was trading me. He was negotiating with this dwarf for my marriage to him for a large sum of money. This couldn’t be happening to me. I panic and grabbed some cloths I had and ran away. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My escape last three weeks. My father had hired several bounty hunters to find me. They found me because I used my real name and stayed in several inns we had stayed at in the past. When I was taken back to my father he was furious with me. I knew our relationship would never or could never be the same again. After that day my father had someone watch me at all times sometimes in secret and sometimes they would follow me. I decided that the next time I run away I would never be caught again. I planned for several months and decided the life of an adventure might be my best way to disappear. I knew I had to get out of my fathers reach or he would eventually find me. I waited until we weren’t to far from one of the port town that had ships traveling to the new world. I snuck away one night all I had was a set of studded leather armor, a short sword, a long sword, a set of masterwork thieves tools and no money. I dropped my name of Belen Kralik and adopted the name of Estonia and I have never looked back.