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It has been years since I last saw my mother. Beaten to near beyond recognition, I remember being torn away from her as I tried to strike back at my captors. I try not think about it much, but it doesn't take much to bring back the image to me. How far I have come since then, having escaped my captors in Zhentil Keep and eventually killing some of them just to watch their eyes go lifeless.
I tried to work the streets on my own, but was introduced to the thieves guild in the city by Kelin, a beautiful young thief who decided I was worthy of taking in. I assumed the name of Isek and stayed in the city, working as an enforcer for the guild. I easily made a lot of enemies, but much more in gold. I took up street fighting in my spare time because it was so easy beating up brutes that had no brains at all. In the meantime, I took on disposing of some people who were harder to take on than just simple fear of repercussion. I was content to live there as best I could. As profitable as it was there, it was time to move on. I had learned of a group of travelers that were heading south to the Dales in search of some god-forsaken tomb filled with treasures. I gathered up a group of like-minded individuals to follow them. We waited in ambush outside the tomb entrance for the group to leave and made off with their hard one treasure.
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