Zuul stood on the foredeck of John Newton's ship on his way to Moorgate, looking into the open ocean. The breeze was damp and salty as it caught the spray off the sea. His eyes looked out over the ocean, but they weren't focused on the blue before them, they were turned inward...

   "There he goes, get him."
   "Where, I don't... ok I got him now!"
   "Over by the pine tree, quick before he gets away."

   Zuul bolted from his hiding spot, running for home, but he knew they were going to catch him again. He dodged to the left and one of his hunters ran in to the pine. He chuckled although he knew it would cost him later. It was soon over, Zuul's frail health could not sustain a dead run for long, and they caught him.

   "Got you now pointy-ear!"
   "Yeah, now its time for our workout."
   "Make 'im pay for Charic's eye, its all puffy."

   What followed was standard procedure for the bullies. They pummeled and kicked Zuul's body until they tired, and they didn't have Zuul's health problem. Zuul was an outcast from the circles of children because of his different looks. He was an Elf living among humans, his family living here as long as he could remember. As the lone elf he got a lot of the animosity of the children because he was the only different one. So he tried to run every time a 'workout' was scheduled, but they always caught him. Something happened today, though, as he lay on the verge of awareness, a fierce anger welled up in him, from somewhere unknown and he promised himself that today's 'workout' would be the last.

   When Zuul awoke, he remembered his promise, and began to think. He couldn't fight them all at once; hell he couldn't fight them one at a time. It would take a lot of thought to solve his problems. As he thought he went to check his fathers snare lines, and a thought came to him. He would have to adapt them, but he could use the trap line to settle the score for good. For the next four days he worked on the snares, until he was ready. He snuck back to the commons to wait for the first bully. After about half an hour one showed up, alone. Zuul shifted to alert the bully of his presence then began to run.

   "Hey, you been hiding from us? How are we supposed to practice if you ain't there?"

   Zuul just ran, and sure enough the bully followed. He was so intent on Zuul he didn't realize he was being herded, until the loop caught his foot that is, swinging him in to the air upside-down.

   "Hey what's going on, let me down!"
   "I don't think so Sam, you see this is my practice, and unfortunately for you, you won't be practicing any more."
   "What do you mean, we didn't mean any thing, we was just playin' no harm "

   Zuul cut him off by stuffing a rag in his mouth, and left. A few hours later he came back, and Sam was finished. Over the next few days the rest of the bullies all had unfortunate accidents. One fell out a barn, one went swimming too deep, one fell into a spring, and wolves caught one. By that time, people were whispering about the tragedies, and Zuul decided to leave. He left to wander the world looking for a place to fit in. He traveled from city to city, where he encountered Partic who introduced him to the thieves' guild, a place Zuul could fit in and receive training. For four years he stayed with the guild, specializing in stealth, and locks. He was moderately happy, and had access to anything he could want.

   One day as Zuul was getting ready for a job, he saw his boss talking to a city official. Curious as to what was going on he read they're lips.

   "We have to have someone, and Dalton is already in custody." said the official
   "I know, but he is my brother, I can't let him rot away in jail." replied Zuul's boss
   "Well, maybe an exchange could be arranged, for a price."
   "Okay, tonight one of my newer recruits is hitting the Hearthford's place, pick him up and let Dalton go alright? This ought to cover the rest."

   As his boss passed the bag over, Zuul was in shock he was supposed to do the Hearthsford job tonight. He followed the official back to his house, snuck in and disposed of the problem. Zuul then returned to the guild and informed the boss that he was leaving, urgent family business to attend to. With the gold from the official, plus Dalton's cloak he recovered from the official's house, he left the city.

It was a few years later that he first heard of Moorgate. He was relaxing in an inn, enjoying the spoils of another job, when a huge man walked in through the door. Near 10 feet tall, with red hair, he sat at the bar, and ordered a drink. Zuul was so distracted that he didn't see Mordax walk in and sit at his table. Mordax was a competitor of Zuul's, a rival one could say, and he was very jealous of Zuul's success. He was upset that Zuul had been chosen for this past job, and was going to take it out on Zuul. They talked at first, but soon Mordax was through talking, and he shoved the table ontop of Zuul, stood over him, and drew his sword.

"Now ya die, elven scum. That was the last job you steal from a human."

He drew back his blade, and the next thing Zuul knew, Mordax was flying across the room, into a wall! The table was lifted off him, and he was helped up. It was the giant! Speechless, he didn't answer the man's question. So he repeated it.

"I said are you alright? Did anything get broken by the table?"

"Umm yea hyeah I'm fine. Thanks a lot. What do ya want from me?" Zuul replied

The man chuckled.

"Nothing, just making sure you weren't injured. Be well"

Zuul was taken aback, here was someone who helped him, for no reason other than he needed it. It threw his whole world beliefs out the window. Running after the man, he introduced himself

"Hey...sorry about that, my name is Zuul, where ya from?"

The man grinned.

"I am from a town called Moorgate, it's a great city, you should check it out, and if you do, look me up, the names Fjorgynn. I should be heading there in a couple weeks."

The two left, talking back and forth, and not two days later Zuul booked passage on John Newton's ship, and was on his way.