other Unknown. My father was accused of witchcraft and devil conjuring. He was hung when I was ten, Vowing vengeance, I fled the town and lived on the streets of Ilogroth.
I apprenticed with a blacksmith for awhile but by the time I was fourteen, I became friends with a Local Mercenary guild. “The Dragon Fangs”. I was mostly an errand boy, but soon was mentored by the Tiefling merc I knew as Ashmer. I was seventeen when I got my first contract, and with the help of Ashmer it was a grand success. After many years in the “Dragon Fangs” the city of Ilogroth was attacked and over ran by the armies of Vindovier. I managed to escape the purging. During my escape I became cut off from my fellow merc’s. More importantly, I couldn’t find my friend Ashmer. Two days later I returned to the city, finding most of it burned. Nearly all of the Dragon fangs had died defending themselves and the city. I could not find the body of my friend. Asking the few scattered villagers that remained about the Dragon Fangs, I discovered that a few of my brethren escaped. But they could not give me any clues as to where they might have gone. Having no ties. and needing money, I left the ruins of Illogroth in search of work.
Three years later I’ve found myself under the employ of the loathsome Thuldren Kreed. Need of food and new armor drove me to remain at the job. I’d have left by now if it wasn’t for meeting up with Shrizyne, a friend from a couple of years back. I met him through another job. At the time I had conned him out of a couple of bows. How he was able to find me and reclaim his property so easily baffles me. We ended up working a few more jobs together and became fast friends. Due to the nature of my work. we had parted ways, that was until now.