The Fiefdom of Hatecrest was a little known, and short lived estate that lasted only a few generations before it's untimely collapse to the goblin hordes, but in it's time it bore a man who would be henceforth known as Aexandric Hatecrest the Third. Aexandric's father's father was a strong man who ruled all those who lived on his lands with an iron fist. He collected taxes for the use of his lands, and enforced a strict code of ethics to which everyone quickly adhered. The reason people listened to him so tentatively was because the penalty on his lands for now following his laws was death. For the most part everyone in the community worked together, but for those few that didn't, their bodies were hanged every day outside of his estate as warning to the rest of the communities. Lord Aexandric took all who would come, and any who sought refuge, he would have them all homes built, under one promise, the promise that if they were to live there, they would work and do their fair share. To the majority this was a much better choice than any alternative, so they stayed. He didn't care about who they were before they had come to him, just who they became when they settled down on his lands.

Lord Aexandric and his Lady Tannaya bore only one son before the Lords death late in his life. He too was named Aexandric, which later in his life he didn't particularly like. The young Lord was raised by maids and nannies, by knights that worked for his father, and trainers that had come to the town in search of betterment. Aexandric the Second never grew too close to his father, but it wasn't until after the Old Lord Aexandric the First put his wife, mother to the young Aexandric, to death, that he despised the man. Rumors passed through the estate that Lord Aexandric the Second had poisoned his father, but the Young Lord quickly dispensed with those rumors by having all who said them aloud hanged. Lord Aexandric the Second married quickly after taking power over of the estate, and before his death bore a good many children, but most importantly, his first son who he named after his father, Aexandric Hatecrest the Third.

The newest addition to the family grew up much like his father had, but the Lord always made sure to check up on his son, talk with him regularly, and they always held their meals together. Lord Hatecrest the Second talked to his wife and children about politics and what was going on in the community, he asked for their advice because he hadn't the answers that his father had, and he feared the community would collapse if he didn't keep the Hatecrest Order.

Several weeks later after a particularly dreadful riot of the townsfolk a wizard showed up out of the blue offering to help Aexandric's father by being his close friend and advisor. The Lord saw this man as a godsend and invited him in right away. Time passed by and the Lord slowly slipped away from his family, spending more and more time with the wizard, until Aexandric never saw his father at all.

One evening Aexandric awoke to hear screaming, he jolted out of his bed and took up arms, a short sword that for him at the time appeared much more like a bastard sword. He stepped out into the hall way and entered into the room from which he heard the screaming. He saw the wizard on top of his mother, his hands wrapped around her throat, and before he realized what had happened, the wizard lay dead at his feet, short sword buried in his back.

Lord Hatecrest came rushing through the door just as Aexandric finished the wizard off and screamed. The Lady tried to explain that the wizard was trying to rape her, but Lord Hatecrest would hear nothing of it. She had used her son to assassinate the wizard, tricked him into killing the wizard so that he wouldn't have any friends. Aexandric watched his father slip into madness, and the following morning from dawn until dusk he watched his mother's body hang limply from the noose, lined next to her all of the days criminals.

Aexandric hated what his father had done, and that night packed the few things he thought he might need, a spare set of clothes, a map to Stonegate, and his trusty short sword, and made way out of the estates and on to the open road. As he followed the road out of town he turned back to watch, he saw the goblins come, and they left nothing in their wake. He watched the whole town destroyed, and even at eight years old, he didn't shed a tear.

The young boy was picked up by a traveling merchant the next day and taken to Stonegate. Aexandric traded his only worth while possession to have Sir Denstom train him, it was a locket with his mothers picture. He trained hard with the old knight, he trained so that people like his mother would be protected, the memories became too much for Aexandric though, and before he completed his training he began to drink, he would sit in the Lamb day in and day out until he didn't have a silver piece left and he would drink everything away.

One night he awoke, and when his eyes adjusted they came to focus on two half-elves who had taken a seat across from them. They told him their names, Thrious and Pharius Forlown. They told him about a group, The Forlown Legion, that they we're pulling together. People who fought to protect those who couldn't. Aexandric fell right in line with the cause, his self-confidence and worth restored to him over time by the Legion. He also found something else there though, for the first time since his mother died he felt like he was in a family, he vowed that he wouldn't ever forget her again the day he joined the legion, and before he ventured too far he bought the locket back from Sir Denstom, and wears it now, to this very day.