When I created my … what’s it anyway ? I mean, I’m not selling or doing anything really …. Let’s go with protection business.

When I created my protection business, I had nothing to my name. I was one of those beggard you’d see at the edge of the town and pity ‘cause I’m poorer than dirt. I remember those time clearly and it motivate me to keep going.

I did not end in the street by myself, no, it would be too easy. It was all my parent’s fault. Those f***** were  gambling everything we had and, when I finally was five years old, it went too far. The « merchant » came to get back what was owed with his men. 

Sadly we had nothing so he decided to cut his loss, and i mean it literrally. He had his men kill them brutally and, so that i did not get any idea of revenge, or maybe because he was just a bastard, had them cut off my right arm.

I almost died because of him, while the bodyguard was gentle enough to cauterize the wound i still lost a lot of blood.

They then threw me out of town. 

End of tragic back story.

I survived by eating anything I found, almost died a few time before understanding some things could NOT be eaten and kept close to the town. I heard it was harder in the north, with the constant cold.

Days passed, than weeks and finally years. I got used to using my left arm and learnt everything i could as a street rat. Old man kasm, a sick ork abandonned by his clan, taught me how to read. It took two years for me to understand the basic. Some words were far above my vocabulary but i could understand the meaning behind them. 

When i turned fifteen, I was the go-to guy when you wanted to sign a contract. Old man Kasm got killed when he got greedy and tried to steal an apple while the guards were passing by. They beat him to death.  I would read it for them and they would give me something in return. If it was a simple parchment, i would accept a loaf but if it was more than one, i would ask for more.

Eventually, it became more. Other beggars saw an opportunity and began protecting me for food. Street rat would sell me rumors or inform me when guards would come my way. Thiefs would tip me off for dangerous clients. We were all the dregs of this town and it made us a close community. Not that it would stop us to beat the shit out of each other for food.

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Using my newfound authority,or popularity I still don’t know which, I created a guild. I often heard the adventurers and merchants talking about it. They said it helped to organize everything. I used an hiden cavern as a base and hid all the stuff I had in here.

I chose a representative for each of my « friends ». 

Miss Agara for the thieves, she is a beautiful woman once you get past the horrible scar on her torso. She once was a courtesan, rich prostitute if I understand correctly, but the guy she was sleeping with got bored and threw here, literaly, to his guards. When they were finished with her, they killed her and threw her the same place I ended up. Luckily, or sadly, she was saved by a passing adventurer. Left with nothing she started to steal people and got so good at it she was the unofficial leader of this town’s thieves. 

Old man Gam is representing the beggars. As far as I know, he is the oldest man ever. I heard somewhere he was a sex slave for a rich guy before but managed to escape and hide here. He know almost everyone and more importantly, is trust worthy.

Lil’ mathra speak for the street rat. I quite like him. His story is quite simple : parent were poor, could not take care of him any longer, took him in town, told him to wait for them, abandoned him. He has been here for 2 years already.

Old man Gam told me recently my organisation, I think it means guild, got the attention of the assassins. Not in a bad way he said but we are talking about people killing for money, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to work with them. We’ll see how it goes.

Back to the guild, I decided to call it the Dregs Guild. I find it funny. I also wanted to write a contract to join it but i still can’t write so the idea is in stand-by. 

With everyone help we transformed the cavern in a proper base. Some of the beggars knew how to work wood and steel and I kept finding pouch filled with bronze coins in my bag. I’m sure it’s Agara work but shed id not say anything so I let it slide. Still, how did people knowing how to work end up beggar ? I have no idea.

Months later we had what I can call with pride a proper place to hide AKA home.

Finally the dregs guild story would begin