Bucket Ratrug-Frogfetta

Early life
Bucket was born to a small clan of goblins, located on the west coast of the continent known as Phoros. Bucket grew up travelling, his clan being scavengers and always on the move. He had a good life for the most part, however that changed when a group of bandits attacked his clan, taking them completely by surprise in the middle of the night. Bucket didn’t know what to do, the ones he loved dying around him. His mother, Frogfeta ran to Bucket, fear in her eyes, “Run Bucket!” she cried, as a bandit struck her down from behind. Bucket was terrified, not being able to process what had just happened, the bandit that had just killed his mother approaching him. He started running, not looking back, in fear of what he might see. When morning finally came, Bucket breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was safe. However he wasn’t able to move past the fact that he was alone now, and the people he loved were gone. That’s when he heard a strange voice. The voice spoke to him in a calming voice, introducing themselves as Fayroth, and assuring Bucket that he’d be ok. Bucket was scared, but there was an odd sense of safety that the voice gave him. The voice led Bucket across the land, until finally reaching the walls of a strange city, known as Bagrat.

Life in Anglunia
When Bucket came to Anglunia, he was scared of what awaited him. He'd just gone through the greatest trauma of his life, and was now in an unfamiliar place, not sure what to do. He entered the city of Bagrat, and as he did so his new life began. Bucket was welcomed to the city by Brutus, Echonaris, and Veren Yemeno-Delva who was the Onsyr of Bagrat. They gave Bucket a home, food, and the one thing that Bucket wanted most. Friends. Bucket would go on to construct a brewery in his basement, learning to brew drinks like vodka and wine. He would soon be joined in his work by Brutus, Veren, and then finally by Bisqueware later on. Bucket's story continues to grow and be shaped, but one thing is known for certain. Bucket is happy.