Brillup was born and raised on the cliffs of Besmara’s Throne. He spent a great deal of his time as a young man travelling to and from Queen Bes, running messages and the like. He learned Besmara’s ways from the many faithful living on the island and eventually realized he needed to make a pilgrimage.
Where better to travel than to Port Peril if one wants to take on the life of a pirate. He strapped on his rapier and pulled on his fancy new coat. Wished his mother, father and many siblings well and set off to become the pirate he knew he was meant to be. Before he left town, he was gifted a fine looking bicorn by one of the priests of Besmara.
Upon arriving in Port Peril, life wasn’t as easy as Brillup might have hoped. He wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms. Many said he was too small to be of any use to them. After a few weeks of this, Brillup was excited to see a crew of gnomish pirates. Surely, he thoughts to himself, these are the folk who will take me in.
It turned out that Brillup had more of a temper than he knew about. When he was told that he was “too green” for the crew, he stabbed the gnome in the eye. He’s spent the last few days drowning his sorrows in the Formidably Maid tavern.
