I was born in Kasra, the son of a warrior. I was a young Scarlet Lieutenant on an errand as protective escort to an ambassador. When I returned, the city had been sacked and it's inhabitants slain or sold. Miraculously my sister Maeve had survived; she had hidden in a storm drain for four days.
We buried our loved ones and roamed the land with my sister and brave Ama for a long time, searching for sign or story of our lost citizens - all to no avail; each lead ended in a lost trail or was too dangerous and futile to consider pursuing, without an army of warriors to guard my flanks.
We travelled to Turia and I enrolled as a Guard of the Scarlet Order, but the city was then led by fools ruled by their women. I will not bear the frustration of serving under vain and incompetent boys, so we took up our baggage and once again embarked on our travels.
We arrived at the desert city of Tor and made our home there, but for us the city was as empty and barren as the desert it served; so we once again took up our travels in search of adventure and fortune.
We headed north, following the childhood stories of our father's adventures, eventually finding a home in the tiny hamlet of Søtvann, where I became innkeeper, brewer and carpenter. I took a companion Holga and we raised a daughter, Ana.
Søtvann fell prey to the vile kurii and the village was burned, only a handful survived to tell the tale, and these were scattered to the four winds. Sadly, my beautiful Holga succumbed to her wounds and I was once again alone in my travels. I know not what became of my beloved daughter and sister or my slave Ama.
I wandered along the coastline and stumbled upon a secluded village in the shadow of the Hrimgar Mountains called Hamrar, where I was met with a cautious but warm welcome. Enjoying the good natured humour and hospitality of the village, I decided to offer my services as a hunter, skinner and fur trader, having learned that the position was vacant.
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