It all started over 300 years ago in a small elven village near Waterdeep. I was not always called Scarlet Fox, before I became an adventurer I was known as Ja'raxle. I was the son of simple parents of normal elven beliefs. When I thought I was old enough to take care of myself, I traveled to Waterdeep. Upon reaching the city I was overwhelmed by the size and its beauty. But being young and foolish, I soon fell prey to the dark areas of the city. I learned several tricks on the street, but not enough, once I was attacked and beaten by rival thugs near a bar called O'Rilleys.

I woke up several days later in a warm bed, with a rough looking dwarf standing over me. He had taken me in and cared for my wounds, he told me I could stay but I'd have to work for it. I agreed, he taught me how to take care of myself and how to help others. Thus that's why I studied the teachings of Tyr, Goddess of Justice and Revenge. As I was growing up at O'Riliey's, their was a group that came in every once in awhile. They would sit at the banquet table and the table would raise up and vanish. They were the only ones to every sit at that table. I would ask One Tooth who they were and he would always tell me to do my chores. But I continued asking him everytime they came in. He finally told me that they are the Lords of Waterdeep and of their history and the cities. Upon hearing of stories I then studied them. After that I, knew I wanted to serve the Lords and Waterdeep as the guard does.

Then one day I was approached by a hooded figure, saying that Waterdeep needed my aid. I said yes, and he took me to meet a dwarf, halfing, and elf with a large white wolf. He said it was up to us to aid another group out to save the city. After it was over the hooded figure came to us and offered us the chance to serve the Lords themselves. We accepted and became members of a secret group called Force Gray. Our group went on several adventures over the years.

We were returning to Waterdeep when we came across a man asking for our aid. So we set out with the man, who's name was Raven. As we were getting close to our objective, we were attacked. We was able to fend off the attackers but at a price, Raven was hurt badly beyond our cleric's knowledge. That is when Raven told me to take his swords "Dove" and "Crow". And told me that they could only be touched and wielded by his brother, after they were in my hands. And that I was now the leader of the new Company of the Wolf. He said he had chose the group well all those years ago.

We continued on with our lives until we were needed again. That day soon came, we were called to battle Ice once again. During the journey to reach her domain, we was attacked in which I was killed. But it was not my time the gods allowed our cleric to bring me back from the died. We continued our quest until the epic battle broke loose. In which we was able to banish her once more, but at a great cost.....I woke up in a room in a warm bed, not knowing how I got here or how long I've been here.

Then I heard a voice in my head "You have done well, others will continue the battle, rest now Ja'raxle." Then a young elf comes in and tells me that all of my gear and everything I need is here. I ask him, "Am I dead?" He says "To most yes, to some no. Your life is your own." I check out things and discover my Moonblades are missing, he explains that they are awaiting their new wielder. I think of my children wondering which will they choose. I decide that it would be best that I remain dead to the world. In order to protect my family from harm. I begin to wonder if the others are alive as well, perhaps one day I'll know. So I waited for the time I'm called upon....again. And then the portal opened, and an alternate reality beckoned me, one where the end could be different. When Justice Fails, Revenge Shall Prevail"