[GLUTTON aka Master Baiter]

Long before the Kingdom of the Winds was a time of darkness, a time of despair. In this twilight land there existed a race of giants known as the Leviathan. Plagued by wars and internal struggle, there was never a time to relax... Except for one Leviathan.

This gentle beast surely didn't belong among the rest. He was an outcast. He often ran away to the woods to play by himself. He would cut a bamboo pole, and instead of making weapons with it like most of his brethren, he tied a string to it and cast it into the icy waters of Lake Nangen. He only did this because he like to watch the ripples form on the surface.

After a few years of passing time this way he decided he would try something different. He took a small piece of liver (his favorite meal) and tied it to the end, but this time when he dipped his pole in the lake he felt a tug! He was breathless. When he pulled the pole from the water he found a strange creature on the end of the rod.

He took his new discovery and ran back to town. The Leviathan elders each took a turn examining it. They sniffed it, poked it, and licked it. One of them even took a bite of it, and when he did he was pleasantly surprised. It tasted wonderful! The elders appointed our young daydreamer a new position of the kingdom. He would be known hereafter as the 'Master Baiter.'

For centuries our large friend caught fish to feed the armies, and for centuries his people prospered. Until one day by the lake he was reaching to haul in his catch and lost his footing. Into the icy depths he plummeted. Of course, he did not know how to swim as his race had a bulky, heavy build. To the bottom he sank, and the deeper he got he saw ice crystals form on his flesh.

Eons later a strange light appeared through the glassy block of ice he had inhabited for so long. A small wooden boat had discovered what he surely thought would be his eternal tomb. Four muscular men hauled him onto their craft as the bright sunlit sky warmed his body. The light was so intense, but he had to look at his rescuers. Each one looked at him and introduced himself. "I am Atrophy, the Archmage.", "I am Abscess the Warlord.", "Marasmus, Rogue Prince.", and the last "Contagion, Poet Laureate."

"We welcome your to our home, creature, if you promise to serve our people." they said in unison. The beast agreed and was given his own small island and private fishing hole. The Nangen people loved him and called him Glutton because of the amount of fish he consumed every day. The rest is history.