This story is a free interpretation of Sor's memories, various witnesses statements,
rumors and historically known facts. So nothing is quite sure!

Sor was the third son of the mighty Kark Gnel'kin, uncontested leader of the K'peltu dwarves tribe in the Grey Mountains, some 20 years ago. The K'peltus were well-known for their bravery on the battlefield, and their excellent craftsmanship with metal. Kark himself is said to have forged the greatsword Orthandil who defeated thousands of Darshak warriors during the Great War...
But this is another story.

Kark had three promising sons, Dur, Bor and Sor. Dur seemed to had inherited the authority and war skills of his father, Bor was seeking mystical knowledge and spiritual wisdom, while Sor was still a foolish young spending most of his time drinking and laughing... well, he was not THAT promising at all. He often put himself into trouble, but his family was always around and he grew without many worries, playing music, painting portraits and drinking beer in every occasion.

During the Great War, the Gnel'kin acquired great fame among the survivors, each one in his own way. Sor organized many famous dwarves parties to keep the fighters morale up.
But soon after the final victory, Dur and his ageing father kark, while reckoning Mobius' value, refused to submit their tribe to the new emperor's rules and taxes. They claimed freedom!

The Emperor did not wait too long to send his answer, in the form of a small Sentinels legion accompanied by a most powerful witch, Azstrada.
They wreaked havoc on the small community and that horrible night, the K'peltus Tunnels turned to the Forges of Hell!
Sor saw his parents burn to death, his friends slaughtered and captured, and got into a paralyzing stupor, which would have lead him to an eternal fate, being without his brother Dur. While Bor was engaged with Azstrada in a deadly mind duel, a bleeding Dur and an astonished Sor managed to find their way out of the devastated mountains.
Not for long. Dur fell down to his deep wounds, and Sor, having lost his legendary smile, could not help standing by his brother's side, crying on his helplessness.
Azstrada, weakened but victorious over Bor, came soon and made sure the Gnel'kin name would no more claim independance by magically blasting Dur into a dust no one could ever bring back to life, and emprisoning Sor.

Sor slowly recovered his minds and mood in the Emperor's jails, before being sent to exile in Puddleby. Yet he seemed to feel guilty and haunted by his brothers death, and joined the guild of healers, as to repent his foolishness and unawareness by taking care of others for the rest of his life.
His taste for beer and dwarf humour first led him to join the Dwarven Militia, but bad memories seem to have taken over at last.
Sor keeps now claiming that he can feel his brother Bor's spiritual presence, and that he must be still alive somewhere, maybe around Puddleby...