Bah, this beer is so bittter, but this is what you get when you don't have the fracs for anything better. Just arrived at vienna after leaving my home, my past, leaving everything behind me. My father was a hunter living close to the Ottoman borders, he made sure to teach me everything he know of hunting, stalking and trapping. I guess he wanted me to follow in the tradition of our family; hunting. As far as I know my father has been hunting his entire life, and so did his father, and his grand father and so on. Apparantly when called on we served as Grenz infanrty and cavalry, we know the land ofcourse, I never experienced it though.
When I came of age, I just couldn't settle with the lot he had given me; a hunter, really? So I left. I left my father and started applying my learned skills elsewhere. First I started guiding caravans through the rugged bandit infested borderlands. I helped fight of bandits trying to rob us, but soon I joined the bandits and started raiding the caravans I had once protected. My part of the job was to deliberatly lead the caravans into ambushes.
Soon my life would change through a simply messege. It was given to me while in Budapest on the lookout for new caravans. It was a simple messege from my old village elder. It said: Come quick, it's your father...
I guess my old village leder had made sure to keep tabs on me, did he know of my banditry, what will my father say? I put it of for a few days, finally I left for my childhood home. I bailed in the middle of a mission, the others won't let me back into the gang now. When I arrived I was perplexed. Large parts of the village seemed to have been burnet down, many were in mourning. It was already to late, my father was dead. Not from age nor sickness, but wounds. Raiders had attacked the village, ottoman raiders I was told. I got on my horse and galopped and galopped until the my horse refused to go any further...
Well, ow I am here at a cheap ass inn in Vienna. What will I do with my live, I don't know. One thing is for sure, I will go down to the bar and buy myself another grog, I'm not even close to drunk enaugh...