I was born in the hills of Qeynos a city on the western coast of present day Antonica, to a small farming family. My Da, an ex-soldier of the Army of Qeynos was a strong man but kind as was my lovely Mum. For the sake of time, late me just say that my childhood until the age of seven years was blissful and a time that I will always look back on fondly. Shortly after the beginning of my seventh year there was a group of gnoll raiders that found there way from Blackburrow to my home and my family was slain.

I do not remember much after seeing my father overrun by a horde of gnolls. Next thing I can remember is awaking in Qeynos city and seeing a small person...a dwarf to be precise, watching over me. He later told me he found me not far from the entrance to Qeynos, sobbing uncontrolably. By the way he found me, I was told, he could tell that I had been on the land for atleast two days. I had been cluthing the head of a gnoll and a rusty dagger, garbed in only a bloodsoaked nightdress. It seems that i at least sent one of those light forsaken creatures straight to the underworld.

The dwarf, I found out later, was Reverend Braxis Fenrir, cleric of Brell Serrilus. Rev. Braxis took me on as his ward and I traveled extensively at his side. He taught me in the ways of a priest and I very much thought I would follow his example by also becoming a man of the cloth and mace. However, as I entered my teens I found that I had an intense love for the sword and decided that I could never be a cleric.

hmmmm What is that you say? longwinded...the end? Oh please forgive.

In the end, I returned to Qeynos was excepted into the order of Rodcet Nife the Prime Healer as a Holy Knight. On my eightenth year, I parted company with my Dwarven benefactor and entered my intitate. That is my tale or rather how it began, as for the ending...only Rodcet Nife knows for sure.