Bull

Born the 6th child of a whore mother and a drunk father, I learned to grow up quick and tough. Left home in my early teens, like my older siblings did, since life in a dumpy mud hut in the city of Neverwinter would lead me to being knifed dead in the gutter like my drunk dad was found when I was 10. Parents didn't give a shit about me so why should I give two shits about them. I learned to fight, I was good at fighting with two knives since most shitheads only fought with one. I did minor jobs protecting caravans or traders walking in the city. A big guy with two weapons was enough to deter most petty thieves. One one escort met up with a mercenary of the Order of the Burning Dawn named Talon. He liked what he saw and brought me to the guild hall where after displaying my skills with two small weapons then offered me a position and training. I absorbed all I could in training, loved having a longsword in one hand and a war pick in the other. Fought in battles for who ever hired our company, don't know what we were fighting for, except gold. It was at this battle talon fighting on my right gave me my mercenary name, Bull. He said I plowed into those poorly armored farmers like a Bull in an apothecary. Got decent gold for that job and the countless others. Never enough to make you rich but enough to keep you comfortable until the next job.
It was good living for a few years, until those pompous Zealots from the Gilded Eye thought our group was doing some shit with demons. I don't know anything about that, but they had some fucking wizard drop a fireball in the middle of our hall then the asshole knights came in and just slaughtered the rest of us, I remember a sharp pain at the back of my skull then darkness. I woke up some time later covered in my own blood and the blood of the rest of the guild all dead around me. Guess my headwound looked bad enough they thought I was dead. Stumbled around till some priest saw me and treated my head wound and nursed me back to health. He kept mumbling something like its not my time to meet his mistress yet. He had some kind of black bird on his cloak. After a few days I went to my flophouse. A day later Johnny "Silvertongue " appeared at my house saying that all our halls have been hit and their is only a few members scattered about who weren't in the hall when they attacked, Apparently they did it the same at them all one of those fucking caster witches dropped a fireball and they just slaughtered the rest. He said he was striking out on his own, told me I should do the same. I don't know why but I decided to add a Raven to my mercenary insignia, don't know why but it felt like the thing to do. I keep an unchanged insignia tucked away under my armor but never show it, in case those assholes from the Gilded Eye are still hunting us down. Now I find jobs from people who know my by reputation looking to make enough to live a comfortable life, any maybe in the process slaughter some of those gilded assholes.

Bull

Human

Echo Knight