Well I've been a bit lazy to day, so to make up for the lack of updates I'm fleshing out my character's backstories and descriptions quite a bit today. I'll start up with Sareesa, because she's the shiznit.
Sareesa sat back and began thinking about her childhood. How much she hated her original home. Her father was a particularly cruel Hammerer who often brought his work home with him and terrified her and her mother. For years she endured his torment, until finally, at the age of twenty, in an act of desperation, Sareesa grabbed the dagger from his belt and sliced his throat open. He stood there, disbelief in his eyes grasping at his throat as his lifeblood flowed from the gaping would all over Sareesa's body. As the blood flowed and her father fell over and died Sareesa slowly stood up.
She couldn't resist, it was as though she had been taken over by some demonic force. She started to laugh. For the first time in her life she was truly ecstatic. She laughed long and hard at her father's dead body at her feet. But she needed more... this was only the beginning, more blood would be spilled. The streets would run red and all would know her fury! THE GUILTY WILL KNOW JUSTICE, AND THEY WILL FEAR IT!
Grabbing her fathers exquisite platinum war hammer Sareesa ran for the Nobles quarters of the city. Finding the Baron's room in the dead of night with everyone asleep, Sareesa sneaked into the Barons private chambers. Inside she saw all manner of extravagance and it filled her once again to the height of destructive fury. She wanted to kill this man even more than she did her father. With this man's death, the death of a hundred hundred others would finally be justified. But not just him, so must his consort and his children die so that the dwarves of this Fortress would finally be free of the unjust mandates the nobility placed on everyone in the entire fortress. Thankfully they were all right there, ripe for the picking. Raising the Warhammer high, She brought it down with all her might upon the Baron's head, squishing it like so much rubble beneath a bridge about to be dropped.
Soon the entire family was dead in the same manner, no one awoke. Sareesa then proceeded to destroy all the wealth around her, to send a message to any others who might try and subjugate this place under the rule of a king or lord once again. Then, Sareesa ran out of the fortress and deep into the forest until she could no longer keep her eyes open and feel over, exhausted by the night of carnage and destruction. When she awoke, she barely knew where she was, so hazy in her head the nights events were. Then the horror all came flooding back into her, her father's death, and the bloodbath she had forced the fortress to endure. She reached another dwarven city and found Viscoth, who vowed to teach her patience and control, but only if she would protect her life.
Little did Sareesa know at her home she was considered a child hero, and to this day they make engravings of her righteous slaughter and how she freed the city from it's unholy nobility in one night of violence, making up for the centuries of despotism.
((OK, I really don't have any story for Viscoth so that will have to sate your desire for story... for now))