About

My name is Zioth Echovi. Son of Gareth Echovi, the craftsman. My father made his money selling merchandise from furniture, all the way to hunting supplies such as bows and traps.

As my father grew older, he was unable to work at the speeds he once did, and business grew slow because of a greedy sheriff that squeezed every bit of money that my townspeople earned. I helped pick up the slack as much as I could, but it just wasn't enough.

My father used to read me stories about a group of bandits that lived in the forest and fought for justice, giving money to the poor. Being adequate with a bow, I thought this was a perfect solution. So I went off in the dead of night to kill the Sheriff. I wasn't as good as I thought.

I was captured, and my father was brought to the castle where I was held. The Sheriff explained that we needed to be punished for our crimes. My father, for allowing me to misbehave, and me for misbehaving. In the middle of a grand audience, I watched as my father was hanged. I was held down by a massive man wearing a black hood.

My punishment by comparison could be taken as lighter or heavier than my fathers, depending on how you look at it. For me? I cannot look at it at all, for my eyes were taken that day. With the vision of my father being the last thing I've ever seen.

My name is Zioth Echovi, and as long as I'm alive, I shall fight for my father.