Tybolath Wanderfist Ganu-Matho

Tybolath Wanderfist Ganu-Matho is a goliath paladin-in-training with the knights of the Order of Pelor.

### Tribal life

Tybolath was born to Gabath Lumberbreaker and Arethe Wildjumper of the Ganu-Matho tribe, a small group of goliaths who migrated up and down the Dragon's Spine. During harder winters, the tribe would descend into Gaul, and it was on these plains that Tybolath's penchant for wandering off to explore nature first manifested. If his caretaker of the moment was observant, he could be chased down and retrieved quickly. If not, he could be found sometimes several days later gorging himself on berries or trying to ride whatever beast he'd gotten his hands on.

It was this tendency, culminating once in a boxing match with a young owlbear, that earned him his nickname from the laughing lips of his chief. It was also this tendency, once it manifested in the mountains, that led to him being irretrievably separated from his tribe at the age of sixteen. While he had been had been instilled with a sense of fairness, a taste for glory, and all the other classic values of a goliath, they had never thought to teach him to sit still and wait when lost. As he was a man grown anyway, he did not see this as all that much of a problem. And so, he wandered.

### Knights of Pelor

The young man's wanderings brought him to Breten, where he saw more people than he had ever seen in his life. It was a blessing that they mostly gave him a very wide berth. That was, of course, until he stopped an armed robbery on a bridge outside of Norwood by beating one of the bandits with his compatriot. The would-be victims were grateful, but the local guardsmen were not particularly fond of large, wandering mountain men, and attempted to take him into custody. The ensuing argument drew the attention of a traveling pair of paladins, members of the Knights of Pelor, who defused the situation by offering to take him into their care and share with him the tales of glory from the history of their order.

It took only five stories to utterly convert young Wanderfist. He was particularly enthralled by the tale of a knight in training who had once stabbed a god of death. Who could pass up the chance to reach such heights of achievement and glory? So he eagerly agreed to train under their order. Pelor seemed decent, and relatively compatible with the goddess he actually worshipped, so why not? He was so intrigued, he did not even protest when Ralston, the storyteller, opted to call him Ty instead of by his proper nickname. Wanderfist was too many syllables, the human insisted. Ty was easier to remember in glorious song.

### As our story begins...

Ty completed five years of training with the knights, and was granted armor for his first mission. He was to accompany a crew heading to Gaul to investigate reports of disturbances in the region. They traveled, Ralston entertaining them all the way, and happened to stop in Arroyo on the eve of what would come to be known as the Siege of Arroyo. When the flames rained down and the winged beasts descended, the paladins all seemed to be running the wrong way. All, until Ralston commanded Ty to help guide the townsfolk to safety. He was the tallest among them, the elder paladin reasoned, and would be the best at getting others to follow him.

Disappointed though he was, Ty agreed, and saluted his mentor for the last time as he turned to serve as a rallying point toward safety.

### Epilogue

Ty left the Abyss with Hector Diversey, determined not to risk owing anything at all to Asmodeus. Having exhausted all his options for attempting to rehabilitate the undead duo under the mountain, he bid them both a fond farewell nonetheless and struck out on his own, a Wanderfist once more. There are, after all, towns to visit, feats of strength to perform, homes that badly need rebuilding. And when he happens upon them, there are his companions, to whom he is always happy to lend a hand.

He meanders from settlement to settlement, kingdom to kingdom, lending his strength in arms and in back where it is needed, and sharing the tales he's learned along with the tales he's experienced. If Saint Lestrange had gained fame in song, after all, then why hesitate to try adding Saint Baldrek of Kord, whose mighty arms subdued an evil cult and whose mighty tongue freed a devil from Hell? Why fail to speak of the wonders of the mighty Melek, a woman of vast power unable to keep herself from meting justice and mercy in equal measure? And of course, how could he not tell the tale of Digs, redeemer of the kobold race? Yes, his pride in all his companions lights the way across Avalon.

Well, except the four who joined Asmodeus. Unable to grasp their motivations, Ty would never share their shame with the world. Better for their names to be erased entirely than known as devils and betrayers.