Kararic

I do not remember much of my very early childhood or my family except for the fire, blood and death that are mingled with the few memories that I do have. I do know that my family must have been wealthy and maybe even a noble one because the memories I have are always of me playing in a castle and having things around me that I now know to be items that can not be had without money and power.

Of all my memories the one that is the most clear is of the day that I lost all of that and as I said before it is filled with blood and fire and death. I will not relate to you that part of my tale but let it suffice that to this day I know of no other person who made it out of there alive.

I will tell you that the people who did this unspeakable act of murder was no other than our hated enemies, The Hibernians and The Midgards, who in a combined attack took out an entire castle and burnt it to the ground. Why they did this is still a mystery but I believe it had something to do with some very high noble that my father had business dealings with.

I tell you this because I want you to know who I am and why. And I do not mean my lineage. My lineage died the same night my family did and I changed my name long ago because that part of my life was over. The only thing I live for now is revenge and to watch the lifes blood of my enemies seep out along my blades as I embed them in their backs.

Now as to how I got into the profession that I am in that is a story for another time.

DEATH TO THE SCUM OF THE EARTH AND ALL THOSE THAT FOLLOW THEM.