Prince Roark Stoneheart was born and raised in the great city of Stoneheart for which his family is named. The 2nd born son to the King and Queen of Stoneheart, he was content to pass over opportunities for leadership throughout his adolescence, preferring instead to spend his time mining and crafting. He valued the artistry of creating something beautiful, be it a weapon, a tool or a piece of art. And he took great pleasure and comfort in an honest hard day’s work.
Roark gained a reputation throughout the city as a man of honor, an expert smith and a level headed mind on those rare occasion his insight was sought in dealing with the affairs of the city. He was a contrast to his brother Hafram, hot headed, quick-tempered and heir to the throne. Nevertheless, the brothers were as close as can be and the dearest of friends.
A few years after Roark came of age at 50, Hafram was promised to his lifelong friend Gwenlynn in marriage. It was a political marriage, and though Roark had loved Gwenlynn all his life, he did his best to be happy for the pair.
As a wedding present, Roark forged his brother a magnificent greatsword fit for a future king. As he left the forge to present the sword to his brother, the city was attacked by creatures from the Underdark (Duregar, Illithid). Roark never saw it, but as he rushed to fight he heard screams about a great monster the invaders brought with them from deep within the depths of the earth.
In the ensuing battle Roark used the sword forged for his brother. He was gravely wounded and saw his brother and father fall in combat. His mother, schooled in the arcane arts ran to Roark, touched him and he vanished.
Roark appeared deep within the heart of a great forest, where he was found by a tribe of wood elves, who tended to him and brought him back to health. When he told them of his plight the druid who led the tribe led an augury where Roark learned that Stoneheart’s invaders had taken the city and enslaved what remained of his people. The druid told him it was one day his destiny to return to the mountain and take back his home. But Roark, overcome with grief and loss, refused to believe.
It has been 20 years since that day and since then Roark has wandered aimlessly. He carries the sword forged for his brother’s wedding and though he lacks formal training, he has learned to use it well.
He lends aid to the wood elves who healed him when he can, once rescuing a hunting party from a great bear and slaying it in single combat. He wears one of the bear’s claws around his neck and a think long fur coat as a trophy. In that fight, the memory of his city, his people and his family overtook him. And for the first time, his body was filled with rage…