See: Jurgen Stonekiln, Heroes of Goldcrest, Order of the Pillar
Appears in: The Tales of Western Valley
Jurgen Stonekiln was born an ordinary dwarf. His personality, however, was anything but. Seeming to be in a state of permanent grumpiness - and often drunkness - Jurgen's actions earned him the widely spread nickname "The asshole dwarf", which is saying a lot for a race that's primarily known for being no-nonsense and grumpy all the time. Keeping mined riches for himself, knocking over expensive memorabilia on purpose, defying anyone who dares to speak up against him and a few acts of public indecency where but a few things he was known for.
One time, Jurgen stole a spellbook from a wizard in an inn to shut him up for five seconds from all the chanting he'd been doing in the room above him. The wizard didn't take kindly to this, and after a shouting match involving numerous colourful words and an eventual diss form Jurgen stating that the wizard was even more boring and useless than the rocks Jurgen crushes every day, the wizard - inexperienced as he was, but ambitious by the rage - tried banishing Jurgen to the elemental plane so he "could marry those damned rocks if he loves them so much." The spell, of course, went fantastically wrong, and the eventual outcome after a light-show of rifts, in reality, was a wizard down one nose and a dwarf up an elemental connection in his bloodline.
As it turned out, having magic surge through his bloodlines didn't help Jurgen is his daily acts of asshole-ism. What was previously a "harmless (for dwarf standards)" shouting and throwing argument turned into broken buildings and people when the magic manifested inside Jurgen when he was at an emotional high. It didn't take long before Jurgen was banished from his mining community.
Jurgen settled on the outskirts of Blade's Rest, having "won" the deed to a ranch in a "fair card game" in an inn. Having beaten his opponent by "skillfully bashing him over the head with the "cards", Jurgen decided that he couldn't stand spending his live raising normal farm animals. To be the most asshole-ish to all his neighbours, he had to raise something truly abominable. Like slimes. And thus Jurgen's Slimy Ranch was born.
Years passed, and in these years Jurgen had actually managed to get a wife. Initially having her heart stolen by all the "cute slimes" (her words), she later fell for Jurgen when Jurgen showed moments of non-asshole-ish behaviour. First, because he was too tired to be an asshole, later because he too got lonely sometimes, and maybe he could half-tolerate this woman. The woman could certainly amuse herself when Jurgen was being an asshole to others. Barbesa was her name, and through her, Jurgen started to get somewhat attached to the slimes he had up until now been raising very poorly.
Sadly, this wouldn't last forever. Blade's Rest was already notoriously a bit anti-sorcerer, and Jurgen the magically supercharged pest wasn't expediting matters. After having their cattle eaten by runaway slimes one too many time, and after Jurgen ruined the potluck celebration by contributing his own faeces to the potluck, setting the picnic blankets on fire, manslaughter through magically launched rocks and feeding the pet poodle of the Lord to his favourite slime, the town had enough. They pooled together all their money and hired [anti-magic organisation] to deal with Jurgen once and for all.
They came at night, blackening the sky with firebombs. Jurgen's Slimy Ranch was swiftly burned down, and Jurgen died with it, had he not been a magically charged dwarf. The elemental magic in his bloodline clung on to the nearby rocks in the ground to survive, infusing Jurgen with the earth itself, trapping him underground.
Having time to reflect on his past actions, Jurgen decided that elemental magic could maybe be a bit of a responsibility and that he couldn't keep on being "the asshole dwarf" without consequences. After two weeks Jurgen was able to escape the underground, climbing back to the surface where he found the smouldering ashes of his ranch, along with several dead slimes, and no wife. Presumably, the slimes ate her body. It was then that he heard one of his neighbours screaming; apparently one of his slimes survived. It was small but big enough that it had eaten the pet sparrow of the neighbour. The neighbour stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the man of stone that was standing in front of him. "Are you one of those very old dwarves?" he asked. "Could you help me get rid of this slime?".
Jurgen decided then and there that his inherent magic needed to be hidden. He took the slime -his slime- as his only memory to his past life, and set out pretending to be a fighter to the outside world. So that no-one would come and burn down all his stuff again.
(guess the pet slime needs a name, even if it's completely useless and has no attack stats)
(...bob? Nah.)