violent, underhanded, and greedy. prologue

As I grew I began to realize that individual prowess wouldn't cut it, I needed allies to assist me in my endeavors, this was reasonably easy as I had begun to build a reputation as a thug, they weren't particularly loyal but as long as the money kept coming in they would stay by my side and help with my schemes.

my schemes started out simple, extorting shop owners, robbing rich idiots at night, a little of everything.

then they got more complicated, enforcing for a loan shark, taking mercenary contracts, doing jobs to scope out potential targets, roughing up lesser gangs and forcing them to work under us, encroaching on the territory of bigger gangs, paying off the cops.

It was nice, life was exciting, I had enough cash to buy food from my family, along with a two meter long sword that I had custom made by a local blacksmith.

I still stored my loot in that grove, it wasn't well protected but no one went there except me and a few trusted people. That and when you got caught stealing I would cut off your head with the aforementioned big ass sword and have your body used as fertilizer for my trees.

that was how I lived my teens, most of my money went in the stash to be used for future schemes.