Cheezzy_Garlik

I was born on the outskirts of Fenn, my earliest memory was me out in my parents field playing in the tall grass, when i heard my mother and father scream. I turned around but i was too late my home had already caught a flame. i lay there in the tall grass mortified because i knew that l had lost everything. after a few weeks passed of living without my parents i was found by a guardsman he saw me weeping in the corner of my  blackened cabin, where my parents charred corpses lay. he grabbed me by the arm and threw me onto his horse . soon i began to fall asleep, when i awoke i was in the pale city of Fenn and i was brought to a trading circle. “ Hey everyone” the guardsman who took me said, “ ive got a new slave boy whos ready to be sold, who wants him”. nobody wanted me, so the guard left me sitting by a tree, he left and never looked back. so i stayed under the tree for 3 days, until 1 fateful night, the city was overrun by bandits and one bandit thought to take me along. when i awoke the next morning i was at a bandit outpost. a tall burly man wit ha thick beard and a raspy voice said to me “if you want to survive ‘round here, you’d better start workin’” and so i did. for 16 years i cleaned, cooked, and hunted for the bandits, so i got skilled with a bow. when i became 24 the bandit chief said to me “ i thinks its time you join our ranks, whatcha say little one, ready to start makin’ coin for us”. i rejected his request so he had the big raspy voiced bandit beat me till my skin turned red. and he threw me in a jail cell. i stayed in that cell for 2 weeks until i managed to escape when the bandits were out on a raid. i wandered the forests theat hid the bandit camp until i stumbled upon a small cottage. i knocked on the door to seek refuge, but there came no reply, so i lock picked the door and  inside the cottage there was nothing, it was barren, except for a trap door. I opened up the trapdoor and i saw a tunnel, so like any curious person i climbed down the tunnel and what i found was a village of assassins. The swordsman drew their swords and the archers aimed their bows, but an assassin dressed in silver armor stepped forward and congradulated me on finding this hideout, and he offered me a position as an assassin, of course i took it because i had nothing. they trained me to take as much as i can and keep it, but i just cant, i steal from the rich to give to the less fortunate. and ive been this way ever since, but when i turned 25 the assassin guild had enough of this, they didnt get enough coin from me, so they tried to murder me in the middle of the night, but i managed to get away with only my  assassin garb. ive been running away ever sine, i am currently on my way to the land called Arcas. I havent heard much about Arcas but all i hope for is being able to live out the rest of my life with plenty of coin to my name and putting and hanging all my enemies heads above my fireplace.