Born into the kingdom of Norland Cathairs early years were that of a boy taken by stories of war and magic. Cathair often found playing "knights and maidens" in the forest with the local boys and girls of his village. Quickly Cathairs head filled with dreams of being a legendary knight at the head of a grand army. These dreams were shattered on a chilly winter ever the age of fourteen Cathairs village was raided by the cavalry of opposing army. Cathair watched from the trees as the men dismounted and began to slaughter the villages inhabitants. With fear in his heart Cathair watched as his father and village men attempted to rally and push back these invaders. His father the only former soldier among the gathered village men called out orders to spread into a square to take on the gathered calvary. Being nothing but peasants gathered with farm tools the villagers stood no chance and Cathair watched as his father and family were cut down in what could only be described as a unglorious death. With a lump of fear in his heart Cathair dashed from the forest in the direction of the road. Cathair set out to the local Lords castle to report the incident. Cathair being deemed to young to accompany the knights and militia that would lead a counterattack Cathair shadowed the force that set out from the castle. Cathair watched from the trees as the battle ensued. Like knights from his stories and play Cathair watched as the men who raided his village were put to the sword. Eventually as his Lords army emerged victorious they left the field of battle to return to their own home. Walking among the dead he found himself in the street and found his father dead from a sword blow to the neck. Finding his mother, and sister among the wreckage of his home Cathair sat next to his fathers body hand still with axe in hand. Cathair took up the weapon vowing to never feel the same fear and cowardice that struck him that night. Cathair took his familys bodys to the garden behind his house and buried them in the hard earth. Waking at dawn he gathered what supplies could be found among the dead and left his village behind with a young boys thoughts of war and glory. Finding himself along the road to a unknown destination Cathair ran into what he took as bandits on the roadside. Armed men roamed the perimeter of a camp, Cathair being only a boy took it upon himself to try and steal food from these bandits. Being quickly caught upon entry to the camp he attempted to fight the gathered soldiers. Having no experience in martial combat Cathair was quickly overwhelmed and brought to the leader of these men. Cathair found himself in the company of not bandits but that of mercenary's. The leader of this company respected the fight in the young boy and learning of his recent fate decided to take him in and teach him to be a soldier. Years fighting for coin and alongside his comrades honed Cathair into a weapon and a man with knowledge of a hundred fights not all of them based purely on his skill but of luck. After a horrible battle that almost led to him drowning in a harbor as yet another unknown mercenary, he decided to leave his company and strike the open road and make his own story.
