Had a normal childhood and adolescence, lived with my mother and sister near the lumber settlements my father traveled with. Our camps were wiped out by marauding hill giants, and my family was killed. The girl I thought I'd marry one day was carried off by a big fat giant wearing cowskins after he swatted me aside. I was was a boy of only fifteen summers and as I layed there broken, looking up at the sky I thought I was going to die.
I was found by a band of worshippers of Desna on some kind of pilgrimage. They nursed me back to health over a few weeks but by the time I was able to go back to the site of the massacre, I could find no way to track the giants.
Since then I spent my time traveling with merchants as a groom at first, but learning anything I could about weaponry and giants. The caravan guards taught me combat, and I learned a lot of woodcraft and what to do if I were to be stranded off the road.
Every chance I got I learned about giants - books, tales, combat techniques- All so that I could make sure to someday take some sort of revenge on any of their vile kind and protect any future family I could have for myself.
I came to Sandpoint recently, as I heard stories of giant activity nearby becoming more worrying. I decided to stay as people generally didn't believe me, thinking I could eventually convince them of the threat.
As time went on and ridicule increased, I just decided to spend the remaining money I had on drinking and chasing women. As an unfortunate result I have spent all of my money and am penniless. A run-in with some local girl also bruised my pride during a terrible public spectacle involving me being thrown naked out a second-storey window into a pile of garbage as it was being carted away.
In the coming weeks I've taken to spending most days drunk and disorderly, and have all but worn out my welcome in town.
