Born in Korvosa, Maximillian Wintrish was born to a small and huddled family in Old Korvosa, living amongst the filth and scalour of the poorhouses and run down apartments. While many would have been driven either to a certain amount of ruthlessness or be ruled by their own desire to better their way, however, Maximillian Wintrish grew up to be different, he grew up to be ruled by altruism and became a staunch believer of the ideals of freedom and liberty. When he became of age, he published several pamphlets and actively participated in spreading them to as many as possible in the streets.
In this period he punched together with a couple of like-minded individuals of some infamy, revolutionaries and firebrands of the worst quality. He grew to live with a double life; in the days he would be a loving husband and father, working dutifully in a small local alchemy shop as an assistant. In the night he would be aiding the small group of troublemakers with their destructive work.
This continued until one day he was given a offer he could not accept at all by his fellows, he was to plant a piece of improvised alchemical explosives in the home of royalist supporter. He refused and the offer turned to threats, when he fled the scene, he returned home to find his apartment broken, his wife dead on the floor and his child missing. No doubt it had been done by his former revolutionary pals. Wintrish wept for hours, only pausing to renew his breath but with a shock, he sat up; his daughter’s body could not be found. She could still be alive.
And with that, he had gained a new purpose, he would find the kidnapper and he would retrieve his daughter. Years have passed and by now he has grown rather suspicious about a certain abode near the harbor…. Could his daughter be kept there?
