BigBalls

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Almerd would sit on the chair that was offered to him, the chair would creak as he sat on it. "Expecting me?" Almerd say in a questioning attitude before continuing. "My name is Almerd, a farmer from just out of the Duchy of Adria. I've been caught up in the civil strife that has rippled across the Heartlands and decided to come South to find new lands and I stumbled across your small tent. Who are you?" The man would ask.

Cubington was born to a poor farmer family. He had a mother and a father and when cubington grew up he would help out around the farm as much as his child body could. When he turned five Cubingtons mother died to illness which deeply effected the young boy. Cubingtons father would keep a high spirited attitude around his son who he loved deeply, the loss of his wife hurt him but he managed to go on for his sons sake. Cubington had worked on the farm with his father for many years but turned to petty theft and armed robbery to make ends meat. Cubington had a few friends he would go on these theaving missions and robbing people.