Tybalt is the 20 year old son of Wulf Fishby, a fisherman from the eastern shores of Lenfald. Living a nomadic life along the shoreline, Tybalt and his dad got familiar with both the woods and the mountains around it.
Tybalt loved his dad, but hated the nomadic life. They wouldn't stay at one place longer then 6 months, either because the fishing went bad, or because Wulf couldn't keep his drunken hands of the maried ladies.
About 5 years ago, Tybalt stumbled upon his dad, sleeping off his hangover in the inn. Wulf was half-naked, drenched in ale and lying in his own vomit. After Tybalt woke him and cleaned him up, they made haste to leave the settlement. Because this time it was for real.
Wulf apparently had a good night with the misses of the local sherrif. Daylight was breaking, but the enviroment was lit up by torches instead and the soft song of the early morning birds got overwhelmed by the sound of an angry mob.
Tybalt hurried to get his dad up, but he couldn't. Wulf was still too drunk. "Come on dad, get the megablocks up!!" Wulf replied with a mumble.
"DAD ! Get up, they're gonna hang you. Come !"
Wulfs mumble got clearer: "Rrrrun boy, I'll fight them off. Shhhave yourshelfsh."
"No, I won't lea.."
Wulf put his hand over Tybalts mouth. "GO !"
Wulf stumbled up on his feet and swaggered to the door.
"DAD, NOOOO. We can do this."
As Wulf opened the door to give him self up, an arrow hit him in the head. Tybalt wanted to run to his dad when he heared : "Get the boy, he's no better then his drunk old dad."
Tybalt fled out the window and into the woods he knows best. After a 2 days chase, he managed to lead his chasers onto a wrong trail.
Over the years he lived in the woods and mountains, holding a grudge against everyone who was involved in the killing of his dad. He grew stronger and bigger then before, driven by the hatred inside him.
From wandering strangers and traveling merchants he got word that the sherrif retired and was running a thriving business. He came up with a plan.
"I'm not just gonna kill him. I'll kill his spirit, his soul. I'll drive him out of business, take all his gold, pence by pence. Even if it'll take twenty years, I'll make sure he dies poor. No .. I'll make sure he lives poor !"
A manic cackle sounded through the foothills.
"Muhahahahhahahahahihihahaihiahahahah"
2 years have past. Tybalt worked himself up through merchant and hunting skills. Instead of a deranged and hate-baring ogrelike being, he now is a neatly cut, well tought, driven merchant. Driven to get back.
And that's where we pick up his story.
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