Vilmos remembers very little of his childhood before being “adopted” by Lo-Kag’ Twistedlimb’ Elanathino, a Goliath who was a small-time crew leader for a gang of hustlers and street thieves. Vilmos remembers very little before Lo-Kag found him, except a large fire, the terrible heat, shouting in the background, and the smell of burnt hair.
Vilmos acclimated to his new role as a con artist, learning the arts of deception and misdirection. During one such con in which he had forged documents proving he owned a valuable book collection, the actual owner, a human city mage named Aldgonus Clatchwidden, caught him, and he was sent to prison. On the eve of his execution (the punishment for stealing from the upper class), the prisoner in the cell next door, a disembodied voice only, regaled Vilmos with insane ramblings about the Old God Cnaath’lutl, the Great Unbound Wyrm, an ancient writhing horror from the great depths deep below the Underdark.
Vilmos, terrified of his impending death, desperately beseeched Cnaath’lutl, imploring it to grant his freedom in exchange for lifelong featly, in this life, and the next. He slept quickly but fitfully that night, and the following day he found himself in his cot again in Lo-Kag’s underground rowhouse, free from shackles and the executioner’s ax.
But, Lo-Kag and his crew saw the new mark on the side of his neck, the unholy symbol of Cnaath’lutl, and they recoiled in horror, calling him an abomination and dragging him up to the street, beating him nearly to his death and leaving him in the rain-soaked gutter. Only Armest Saddleweary, his only true friend on the crew, refrained from beating him. Vilmos hobbled out of the city as quietly as he could, an enemy of both the virtuous and wicked elements of the city.
He now travels aimlessly, cast adrift by his family, crew, and society, trying to make ends meet, with only the mad whispers of Cnaath’lutl as his companion. For now.