Need a character background written up?

[Tawmis]

Need a back story for a Goliath Barbarian that goes by the name of Mordechi, i have some story points i would like included.
Location of Origin: Nation of Stone, Known as the Kingdom of Sloth.
Capitol: Akurkam
Ruler: Samonian Sont - The King of stone is a silent old man. He stays mostly to his quarters and leaves the day-to-day politics to his eldest son.
The Nation of Stone’s residents live almost solely underground. It has deep networks for its mining industry. The Nation of Stone procures the finest Gems, minerals, and ores for the rest of the Lands Above to use. As such, they have very close ties with the Nation of Fire. Other than that, they mostly stay hidden in their caves and do not venture out.
Rumor – said to be located deep under the largest mountain in the Nation of Earth. These rumors say it is a city of gold and gems. It is also known as the Lost City, as no outsider has ever seen it.
Weapon: Longsword of Stone - a weapon of legendary status that is capable of rending the winds and even severs the grip of death. The wielder of this weapon is said to be able to take on an army by themselves and come away unscathed.
Also would like some life events that caused me to go out on a quest of revenge/justice for fallen loved one. DM would like some characters from past that has had life effects please

Since I was writing for a homebrew world, I tried to keep things somewhat vague, and use the information you provided...
I covered all the bases you wanted as well, except for the Sloth part of the name.
I introduced the Prince (and gave him a name) as well as another character who has a title called "Saoi" which is essentially "The King's Hand" or their "Sage" (the one who gives the King advice on matters).
Now when you get to the end, it seems like the Saoi is the one who is responsible for the tragic event...
Or was it the Prince who set up the tragic event?
Does the Prince give the character this quest at the end for a specific reason?
Is he even telling the truth about the quest?
I left this open for interpretation for you and your DM to explore.
As always, I'd love to hear feedback in this thread as it keeps it bumped and alive!
Enjoy!
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The rhythmic sound of the pounding of chisel to stone reverberated throughout the long stretch of twisting and turning chambers; it’d been a sound that Mordechi had grown accustomed to; as most of the Goliaths who have made the Nation of Stone their home. Deep beneath the ground, the Nation of Stone stretched for miles in every direction as the primary source of exclusive gems, minerals and ores that were sold and traded to merchants on the surface world.

Because of the beauty of some of the gems and quality of the ore and minerals, the entrance to the Nation of Stone was a carefully guarded secret – few surface dwellers ever laid eyes on it; and the few that did were trusted and respected merchants that the son of the King, Areithan Sont, had come to trust and respect. Areithan’s father, Samonian Sont, was old and rarely left his chambers – and if he did, it was simply to make a quick presence, to assure the people he still lived; otherwise the King left the political duties to his son Areithan.

Areithan, who may whispered ever so softly as the “Spirit King” (knowing he truly made all the rulings and not his father, for many years – but to speak so loudly was treasonous) has gathered a number of his closest friends to celebrate another successful mining expedition that went further than any of the others had in previous years. Areithan placed his hand on Mordechi’s shoulder – the two had been friends for a long time. King Samonian had tapped Mordechi to train his son how to fight and defend himself. Areithan raised a tankard, “With thanks to this man; his strength and his courage! Not only did Mordechi lead the expedition deeper and helped discover new metals that will surely bring the kingdom far more resources; he has been a vital part of my own survival. My very own father tapped him to help teach me how to defend myself, so how could I not, in turn tap him to lead this expedition? If my father trusted Mordechi with my life, then I could not deny the wisdom of my father and ask Mordechi to lead the expedition.”

The people cheered, calling out Mordechi’s name. Mordechi felt uncomfortable; in the presence of the prince, and heir to the throne, who had been dressed in regal attire compared to Mordechi’s tattered leathers. Mordechi smiled and made his way around, greeting various goliaths who had reached out to meet him and ask him of the expedition – gaining the details of what Mordechi fought in the depths of the darkness; all the while as Mordechi spoke, his eyes were on the exit, slowly easing his way out of the party, heaving a deep sigh of relief as he managed to finally squeeze out the door. Though Mordechi, like those who called the Nation of Stone their home; being used to enclosed spaces, despite the goliath’s size, was something they adapted to. It was not that there’d been so many people clustered around Mordechi that bothered him; it was just that the people who lived in the Capital city, Akurkam, were far more elegantly dressed and better spoken than Mordechi. He’d always felt out of place when he needed to travel into the capital.

Inside the capital of Akurkam, a goliath named Nathair Bréagadóir, approached the prince and whispered, “You are foolish to give so much praise to the simpleton.”

Areithan turned to face Nathair and sneered, “And you are foolish to call your prince, foolish, Nathair. My father selected you as his Saoi, and I respect my father’s choice – but know, when I sit on the throne, you will no longer be the voice that whispers advice to me. I will select a new Saoi to represent the voice and knowledge.”

Nathair seemed as if he was about to say something, then smiled, like a snake who has just seen an unaware mouse and bowed deeply, “I meant no offense, my prince. Only that, the glory should go to you, as well. You are the one who selected the expedition team. By giving glory and honor to others, the perception is that they are great – or perhaps, and incorrectly so, I might add – greater than the king. People tonight will remember Mordechi’s name because of how you celebrated him. Tonight will not be about the achievement you helped be a success.”

“Your words are poison, Nathair,” Areithan growled. “Now be gone from my sight before I forget how I honor my father.”

It’d taken Mordechi nearly an hour to get home. Mordechi lived outside of the capital in a region known as Fíor Chloch – often times called ‘The Outer Stone.’ As he approached his home, there was an unusual stillness to the home. He heard no sounds as he approached his home; nor was there any smoke from the furnace and chimney, which was also unusual. “Grá Fíor,” he called out, expected his beautiful, red headed wife, who was nearly as strong and tall as he was, to come bursting from the home. When she did not – nor did she answer, Mordechi dropped his equipment, as well as the mushrooms and vegetables he’d picked up on the market before leaving Akurkam and rushed inside and was greeted by a sight that stole his breath. He could not even cry out – he slide next to his wife’s lifeless body – her vacant eyes stared upward, her blue lips locked in a sign of fear. The dry blood that had pooled around her body had come from a single stab wound to her abdomen. He held her close and wept – and he tried to make sense of it.

She was strong. She could not have been over taken. And the stab to the front of her abdomen with no signs of a struggle indicated she knew her attacked. They had entered the home as the guise of a friend and betrayed her in her own home. This was not a robbery, this was murder.

The distance Mordechi covered running, nonstop back to Akurkam where he plowed through the people in the streets until he reached the Courtyard, and he kicked down the doors – where the party celebrating the expedition was still going on. Areithan saw what looked to be dried blood on Mordechi’s leathers and stood, “Mordechi, were you attacked outside the capital?”

Mordechi growled, “My wife has been murdered.”

Areithan cast Nathair an accusatory look and Nathair who seemed to slink further back into the shadows, disappeared. Areithan turned his attention back towards Mordechi. “Come, we must speak.”

Together Mordechi and Areithan walked, though Mordechi could barely contain the rage that swelled in his body. Areithan cast nervous glances towards the barbarian as they walked. “I know you’re upset and rightfully so, friend, but perhaps there is something to be done.” He escorted Mordechi into the Great Library – and walked down several rows of neatly organized books before making a hard right and pulling out a dusty tome and taking it to the large table. He placed the fragile book on the table and carefully opened the leather bound cover, turning the crumbling pages gently, until he reached a section that spoke of a legendary weapon – The Longsword of Stone.

“This,” Areithan explained, “is why so few outsiders are permitted in the Nation of Stone. Long ago, the first smith of the Nation of Stone, found a unique metal and forged the Longsword of Stone – this legendary weapon was used to battle the Illithid that dwell this far down – and according to the first warrior who wielded it, could sever the grip of death – and allow the one using it to march into the oncoming army of the enemy and emerge victorious, barely scathed! This weapon – could bring her back. However, this weapon was stolen by a surface dweller over two hundred years ago and has been lost to us. But a weapon of such power and magnitude, and even weight, can’t stay hidden for long. We’ve just never sent anyone after it because the common people do not know it was stolen from us. If you ventured out, found it – it could bring back your wife – or at the very least, perhaps reveal the one who is responsible.”

Mordechi looked at the drawing of the weapon, then without saying a word, marched out of the room, leaving Areithan in the library alone, or so he thought… in the darkness, Nathair watched.