Born out of poverty, Rugruff turn to fighting as a source of income for his family. Having been noticed by local guards for his keen sense of battle and battle strategies, he was then recruited into the fold. After spending time with the local guard, Rugruff was not satisfied with being a mere guardsmen. Rugruff being bored at the thought of more guard's work, decided to branch away from his cozy homestead. Entering the town of Quentinshire he quickly got into trouble with the local crooks and cons. Being one to push conflict he was outnumbered 7 to 1. During the battle he took a nasty gash to his left leg and right arm. Battered and bruised Rugruff returned to the local tavern in search of a bed to rest. As he entered the tavern he flipped 10 gold pieces and asked for the top most room available. As the bartender glanced over Rugruff he nodded and said "For someone of your shape and situation I have a perfect room". As Rugruff followed the bartender to the room he had an unnerving feeling about the place. Shrugging it off as his adrenaline flowing from the previous battle he had participated in, Rugruff placed his armor and sword on the old cobweb covered table. Before knowing it Rugruff nodded off into slumber. As quickly as he fell asleep a whisper awoken Rugruff. Looking around in the dark he made out 3 shapes. As if his mind was being read he heard a voice in his head. "Don't worry unwary one". "We witnessed your battle today against those hoodlums and we are impressed". "We would like to bring you into our fold". "We are the Knights of Royal". "We are here to save this world from those who sway away from the way of good". "This is not an offer this is an approval of your 'application' so to say". "None the less you need to rest and start your life as a Knight of Royal". As quickly as they came they disappeared as if into nothingness.