As Above - So Below
Wandering swordsman seeking a master who may not exist
Born an urchin on the streets.
His bed had straw, but never sheets.
He had a brother, of his own blood
They stuck together through the mud
(What killed his brother)
One brother died the other took flight
Only to turn back and try to fight.
Alas, the choice was made too late
And so, little brother learned to hate.
And so he joined a roving band
With sell-swords he traveled the land
He learned to fight, tooth and nail,
In sun, in snow, even with a pail
Now he searches for a teacher
STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS!!
Once member of the Shield of Villane, was seperated from the group when he escorted a group of prisoners to safety while the party teleported to another place. He was last seen in the company of Ser Arkahsoia, wandering dragonborn knight of Bahamut.