Born in Vog Moir, a small village of some sixty families in the Dagger Hills of Daggerdale, Tarron had always liked to fight and by the time he had reached his teens he had earned his first kill - a giant ogre that had been attacking caravans on the road out of town.
Throughout his forties he trained in battleaxes, shortbows and swords until his desire to see the world overcame his desire to stay and help his family work the mines and he set off adventuring with their blessings.
He initially found it hard. Though jobs were plentiful and paid well he wanted to be part of something bigger. He tired of just doing other peoples' dirty work and set out even further from home until finally he met a bunch of elves and an annoying little gnome.
They all decided to band together and become The Company of the Blessed Steel. Tarron had found a way to combine his love of adventuring with his love of fighting.
Tarron is about as tough as they come. Dedicated to cutting down the fell races with his BattleAxe in the name of Clanggedin Silverbeard, Tarron's mood can swing from mighty arrogance to thoughtful compassion in the space of a heartbeat.