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[OOC: Hello all. I'm back in UO after a long break - for those who might of known me previously I was Imagawa Takamori in KTD. I'll see you all around, and what follows is a little story about my background.]

The blood dripped off of the end of the hatchet as Anton staggered backwards from the corpse. As he moved backwards he tripped on a rock and fell flat against a nearby tree. What am I doing... he thought. I never wanted it to go this far. Lying against the tree as the rain washed down his face, he thought back to all this had began when he was just a young child.

Like so many children, his parents had died young. He couldn’t remember what of, not that it mattered. All that mattered was that he was on the streets without anyone to support him in Britain, and that meant joining a gang. It’s not like he had a choice; it was either join or starve. It was just little stuff at first, a loaf of bread here and a wheel of cheese there. He got pretty good at it, too, though caught a few times. Almost got branded. Always got away, though, even when it seemed impossible.

This time, though, even he knew he had gone too far. The boss had told him that someone was out in the forest who had betrayed the gang and that he was to be captured alive. Not that he’d want to be alive once the boss had finished with him. Anton sometimes heard the screams, but he tried not to think about them too much. Gave him the jitters, but it must work in stopping people running off.

He had stalked the traitor into a clearing when he was noticed. The traitor immediately pulled out a dagger. Anton panicked. He didn’t know he was armed. The traitor charged and Anton instinctively moved out of the way – but not in time as the blade cut into his left thigh. Screaming, Anton pulled out the hatchet and with a rage-filled blow cut the traitor down.

He knew he had to get out of it. This was too much, even for him. But would he then be the traitor? Crawling over to the corpse, he rummaged through the bag until he found a key and a small note. Though he could barely read and the ink had begun to run in the rain, he made out the name ‘Cove’ and a small map leading to a house. Cove, he thought. That’s nowhere. I’ll be safe there. I can take his house, and say he’s my uncle. They won’t get me there, and I can get out of this mess for good.

The next morning he appeared at Cove and asked about joining. Soon he was taken to the castle and registered. What’s your name? the guard asked. Anton Kiefer and I am twenty six. I think. Nay good wi’ numbers.... And yer previous profession? What are you good at? the guard inquired. Oh, a bit o’ everythin’ yer know. I’m pretty good wi’ an axe...

Welcome to Cove

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