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Joseph was born the son of Baronet Richter in a small Hamlet just east of Holderness. He was born into a life of privilege but lost his mother due to complications of his birth. Richter took a general lack of interest in his son. Though he cared for Joseph, he seemed to treat him as one would treat a good horse. He taught Joseph the finer points of etiquette. Even to speak in the tongue of the elves. He also taught Joseph the art of swordplay with the help of his knights. Richter was not a compassionate man, but he was fair. This was in contrast to the relationship between Joseph and the estate's head groundskeeper Brent.
The general non-concern of Joseph's father led him to seek out other father figures in his life thus, his friendship with Brent. Brent showed Joseph many things; how to care for the animals, how to tend the fields, how to stitch a deep cut, but most importantly how to respect life and all that is in it. He showed Joseph how "commoners" are not very common at all. And that there are a great number of good and strong people among them. Joseph's life was a good one until one particular event.
Near the turning of Joseph's 19th birthday, his father made a discovery that over the past year Brent had been "stealing" goods from the grounds to bring to less fortunate families. A hard winter had made things difficult with few crops coming to fruition and a general lack of goods moving in and out of the hamlet. Because of this Joseph's father keep a larger number of goods from his people than usual. "It is more important for those who lead to be healthy and thrive," was the response givin when Joseph would question this practice. Having such a small supply Brent had to be slightly more bold in his takings and this is how he was caught.
Brent was locked in the cells until he was to be hanged. Joseph went to his father and pleaded for Brent's release and to absolve him of his crime. "A small transgression can be forgiven. But a year's worth of goods cannot be ignored. If his crime goes unpunished, others will take advantage. I do what must be done. This is what it means to be a noble."
The hangman's noose was taut as the cold biting winter air caused the rope to shrink. As Brent was placed over the trapdoor the air was still and all was silent. With rage burning in his soul and tears filling his eyes, Joseph watch as Brent was placed in the noose.
Time stood still as Joseph watch Brent’s eyes look into his. "Remember," escaped Brent's mouth as the lever was pulled.
The snap of rope clinching.
The pain of a heart ripping.
And the sound of tears falling as a good man was lost to the heavens.
Rage was replaced by sorrow as Joseph made his way to his bed chamber and, exhausted from emotion, fell asleep.
"Remember"
One hour later he awoke and knew his course. He gathered what belongings he could. Gathered a bit of coin and made his way to the family vault. There he broke into the vault and took the family sword.
As he snuck into the darkness of the night, Joseph paused to look back at the life he was renouncing. Knowing full well he would never again have a life of such ease. With his hood pulled over his head, Joseph left, vowing to help misfortunate souls wherever he went.
"Remember"
It has been one whole year since the day that changed his life, but Joseph, going under the name Brent so as to avoid being found, is no brooding hero. He has helped many people and known much happiness.
Sometimes his help was small as in picking cotton or fixing a wagon wheel. Sometimes it was more dangerous as the time he fought three mercenaries who were bothering a bar wench. But always he has been met with kindness from the "common" people.
Joseph stands about 5'10''. He has blond hair and green eyes. He tends to wear a hooded cloak but does not wear the hood all the time as would a dark hero. He still walks and carries himself as a noble because years of training are hard to change. The only other point of note would be that he keeps cloth wrapped around the hilt of his bastard sword at all times to hide his family crest.
Brent finds himself in Brix looking to help, as he often does, but he hears of something that sounds far more important. He hears from the people on the streets of a group of odd looking heroes who brought down a dragon. “These are people who can do real good! Where can I find these heroes?” After investigating the North gate district for several hours Brent finds a horse merchant who recalls seeing the “Lizard-man” with the group trying to find a horse large enough to carry him. He seems to recall them heading to an old river tower west of Brix. You could reach them with a horse…”
. "Who knows, maybe I can catch up with these heroes before they reach their destination..........and who am I talking to?"
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