Role

Chapter 2

War has come to this world, leaving in its wake only destruction. Rumors have
been begun to be heard of an Empire that has risen to claim the lands for the
order and rule of one power, yet standing in the mists of all the chaos that
has ensued from these endless battles is just one man. He is but a speck of
sand in the scheme of things but his presence will be felt even if it is only
a small ripple in the eternal ponds of Thera. Gyldar Corsair was born in the
farm villages to the east of Arkham, having nothing left in his name was
forced to become a farmhand for his mere survival. The dregs of society, the
panhandlers, drunks, and prostitutes were the only ones who shared in the
poverty that graced Gyldar's pathetic life. There was more to life than this
and determined, Gyldar hid within a ship heading to the desert town of Hamsah
Mu'Tazz. This was indeed a turning point in Gyldar's life, as he ate rotten
potatoes and rats within the bowels of that vessel, for he had boarded the
pirate ship, "The Twilight Brigand", under the guise of a trade ship. Soon
after he was found and lashed severely, he quickly joined their ranks.

The beginning of Gyldar's training began upon this ship full of pickpockets,
swashbucklers, and thugs. He was trained to take advantage of every situation
no matter the cost to others. The key rule he quickly realized, should it
ever come down to saving your own hide or another's, save yourself...and then
plunder your dead allies belongings. Gyldar became an opportunist making sure
that there was gain to everything that took his time. Life quickly became
easier for Gyldar as the wealth of others seemed to end up in his possession,
he left "The Twilight Brigand" that had taught him the ways of pilfering and
became a pirate of the lands, walking the roads waylaying those unsuspecting
travelers.