Well, you may know the story of the Trojan horse and how the evil greeks sacked the once beautiful city of troy, but you may not know the story of the prince of Troy, the infant son of Priam, Astyanax.  The Greeks demanded that I be killed, being the only son of Priam still alive.  I was tossed over the walls of the city, down into the ocean below.  I would have died, if it were not for the grace of the sea nymph, Thetis.  She took me in, and although she was Achilles' mother, she treated me as a son, we had both lost our families through the same war.  I was raised as her son, since I never really knew my true parents.  I set out into the wide world, armed with the guidance of Thetis, and the divine blessing of the Gods, who had sought a sort of self-imposed release from their guilt in the Trojan War.  While the world was still full of danger, the blessing of the Gods comes in handy every once in a while.  As i grew in stature, so too I grew in fame.  I had become known as one of the greatest warriors and most famed heroes of the world.  Upon the acquisition of a buried treasure, I settled down, built myself a castle, and formed a guild of warriors, mages, craftsmen and rangers.  Together, we fight for the Glory of Troy.