Walking the Mists, the life and times of Walkr Colby

[SwordChucks]

Martira Bay! Never will you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, or so someone told me, (old man, unkempt beard – may have been a pirate?) but it was home. From the oversized wharf rats to the underfed orphans this public latrine was home to all manner of Human, Elf, Halfling and other. I mean, it’s not like we could go to Il Iluk after all, well some of us could, especially the ones that disappeared in the night on account of the Karagat, but we don’t talk about that now do we!
 
Anyhow, far as I know my beloved mum and da (emphatically lower case) left me and my sister here at a very young age. There was an orphanage that took in the Bays strays and children of immigrants whose parents had died on the trip over, you can imagine the mess this lovely home was. All manner of different screaming brats (myself included) pissing, fighting, eating, causing no end ah havoc, but Ill say this Mother Kendra somehow managed through it. Kindly old woman, plump, always smiling, and a pair ah big old knocker that … well less just say for the older boys (an some of the girls) a hug was rarely turned down!
 
Ah course… someone made old Mama Kendra disappear one night, and what moved in afterwards was not so kindly, or so plump, and would be one of them defining moments of my youth that I would look back on from time tah time. Look at me being nostalgic over stabbing someone in the throat!