Izil’s slow wit and uncooth behavior planted him as a captive forced to labor the forests of the Northlands until he met Kjeld. When none would show compassion Kjeld’s kindness and passion to explore the wastes bolstered Izil’s resolve and cultivated his desire to travel after Kjeld leading to his liberation. In reuniting with Kjeld, Kjeld’s kindness has been repaid through Izil’s endless devotion to Kjeld.

When Izil is not adventuring he spends his time in town. Without Kjeld, the cleric loyal to Venir, around to protect Izil, Izil is seen as a brute to most of the towns commoners and is often mistreated or taken advantage of. Recently such prejudice was demonstrated by the Enonia‘s militia, an arrogant yet cowardly bunch who hide behind the laws and walls of his majesty. They convinced the dull witted Izil to work with them assuring Izil would live better than he would on the street. They promised a warm place to stay and work to be done at a fair price and had Izil sign his mark. Without Kjeld Izil succumbed to the pressures of the militia and began his work with them to fill his empty belly until Kjeld arrived to take care of him. The work was demeaning and laughs came at poor Izil’s expense. The men of the militia convinced Izil to wrestle a bear outside of town and placed wages regarding if the Bear or Izil would win. Commoners gathered, watched and laughed and when Izil threw the match because he did not want to take another living beings life. Izil had witnessed Dul “Lone Ranger” of the wild respect all kinds of nature and only commitment to violence when his life was threatened. In malice for Izil throwing the fight the kings militia reneged on rewarding Izil with prize moeney promised to him earlier. To survive Izil took this work but now Izil harbors resentment those behind the walls of Enonia who are dishonest. Who used him as a errand boy and laugh at his expense. His faith in Kjeld, Izil’s best friend, and Vanir, the blade of frost, was the only hope that carried him through this adversity when Kjeld was no where to be found.

Her beauty was so unique that Izil wondered if she was The White Sorceress. “uuughghghghgh”…" as Izil come back to consciousness in the form of a hangover. “Come hiter Gina so Izil can have you”. The specimen awakened to face himself in the window noticing her lovemarks. Gina became the harlot responsible for the noticeable black X that lay across his left eye. The black X on his face meant that her fatal attraction to him would surely incur some debt. She wanted something from Izil,… her lackeys would come for him. The scent of the wine coming from his cup clued Izil that Gina put something in his drink. “That Gypsey… Vanir, help me bring my wrath upon her”!

In an effort to discover who travels the roads of Enonia at night Izil entered The Militiaman & The Bard, which is the watering hole of Enonia’s solider’s. Izil started a rousing party, full of lots of drinking, gambling and more drinking… and even more drinking. Yea… but, these kinds of parties have their consequences. On the way back home the woman Izil ended up with seemed strange, almost like she wasn’t for real. Izil’s mistress seemed almost… otherworldly. She seduced Izil hard, that much he remembered… but then his mind drew a blank. When Izil woke up, for a moment Izil felt like he was… a pig!? Izil’s clothes lay in a strange heap. He stumbled… stumbled on four legs!? Izil rushed to the window to look outside and no, Izil was upright on two legs, but Izil wondered why his breathing seemed strange. Izil looked for his reflection.. he thought to himself is that a pig’s nose!? No.. Izil thought to himself, it could not be! For a brief second, it felt like it was possible but it’s was not true. Izil’s appetite grew, he was insatiably hungry. Izil ate for two men that day and the day after… and each night Izil had dreams of mud, of strange grunts and eating… but these thoughts only came in his dreams. Izil had forgotten everything about the night. As he thought about it Izil did’nt know anything about the woman he took home and when asking the guys, all they remembered is how much ale and beer 100gp bought with wide smiles on their faces. Izil asked if there were local legends about a pig lady, but all that got was some strange looks.