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Ok, maybe this background is a little more serious.
It was a good day to be Liam McGregor, in fact, it may have been one of the first in a long while.
On good days, memories of his past life were not as painful as other times.
Liam had been born in the Vilhon reach, along the coastline, not to far away from the Turkish border, in one of the scattered communities dedicated to the ideal preached by Nobanion, Lurue and Selune, and protected by the Fangshiled.
Like most young boys, Liam was fascinated by stories of the past, of great heroics and champions of old.
Until all was lost, their god disappeared and the powers lost for all times.
Was it any real surprise that Liam would spend time along the beach, diving in the forlorn hope of finding an old sword or some other artefact left from that time?
For years he did this, spending most of his free time there, growing tall and healthy, and with an inquisitive mind, a swimmers physique and a talent for history.
One day, things changed, because that day, Liam DID find something.
Overcome by a compulsion, Liam believe he drank the contents of the bottle.
Perhaps it was because he was still Liam, but looked different that he was treated differently.
It is strange to reflect that in a community where a large number of people are Lycanthropes, someone should be made to feel unwelcome because they are different no?
Eventually, Liam left, determined to find out more of the world that suddenly seemed so small to him.
I have been writing a draft for a background here, have a look Mr Dm and see if it is something to work with or if it is far to silly to fit in.
It was not a good day to be Liam McGregor...
In fact, it had not been a good day to be Liam McGregor for a long time now.
Imagine going to sleep in your apartment one night, only to suddenly awake in the middle of the night to some weird chanting, only to realize that you are on a cold marble floor in what seem to be an underground crypt of some kind, wearing nothing but your underpants and surrounded by a bunch of tall, pale, robed people who are speaking a language you do not understand.
But wait, the story gets better, because as the people chant, you feel your memories being...drained may be the best word...out of your head and replaced by information that you never knew before and which does not make any sense.
Then suddenly there is a massive crash, a rending sound, and the roof is torn apart, ´with a massive tidal wave flooding in.
When you awake again, it is only to find some strange creature standing over you.
That was 4 years ago.
You've been drifting north steadily, trying perhaps to find a more isolated place to call your home, where you can try to put your head together a bit more.
Here is an idea I'd like to run by you and see what you think.
Just to make sure here, I've only glanced at Hammer of the emperor so far, but what you said about the speciality...
Oh, I'm interested alright.