Wil Ashard was born to a farmer and tailor on a small farm near Archet in Bree-land. Their life was simple. No fighting, no wars, no cloak-and-dagger. There was only working on the farm and a quiet life. Ashard grew up working on the farm. It being hard work, he became strong. He grew up all his life this way, a life devoid of tragedy. 

When he was in his 20s, both of his parents passed away after living a long and happy life. The farm now belonged to him. He would shortly after find a wife from Archet and have a child, a baby girl. They, like his parents lived happily on the farm, raising their daughter.

The quiet and happy lives of the small family of course didn't go on forever, as life would yet take its toll on Ashard. As the years past, a bandit presence in Archet and the surrounding area grew. It wasn't uncommon to begin seeing displaced farmers and foresters, their homes burnt or otherwise destroyed by the now prominent Blackwolds. Ashard was worried for his family. The only protection he had was the spear his father had kept to ward off the wilds, wolves and the likes. He would take this spear in hand and keep his watch over his home vigilantly.

Unfortunately, when he was 35 years old, the day he feared to face came. The Blackwolds arrived, looking for valuables to take from any place they found undefended, or perhaps simply to strike fear into the people of Bree-land. Ashard fought hard, but his apparent lack of fighting experience and the overwhelming numbers of the Blackwolds got the best of him. He was defeated. The Blackwolds wounded him and left him to die, proceeding to slay his family and burn his farm. He woke up hours later, his home still burning bright embers and his family dead next to him. He remained there for a while. He cried, as anyone would. He became angry, as anyone would. He would bury them, never washing the blood, the dirt, or the soot from himself, and never letting the spear leave his side. He left his farm, blood, dirt, and soot stained and head towards Archet. It was there he would meet the trainer of Warden's. After listening to Ashard's story, she agreed for him to join the ranks of the Wardens, training him in combat with Spear, Javelin, and protective Shield. He would leave to wander Bree-land after 6 years of training and defending Archet, patrolling the roads for whatever may come to harm defenseless travelers.

Ashard found himself in the town of Bree often in his travels, where he witnessed the amount of crime there, and the undermanned Watch. He looked for the Captain, Yisabelle, asking for anyway to help. He would be invited into the ranks of the Watchers, defenders and lawkeepers of Bree, finally in a position where he can redeem his own failure to protect what was closest to him.

He remained there for some months. He enjoyed his work with the watch, but something stirred inside of him. The guilt he kept penned up inside of him was transforming into anger and depression. He left one day unexpectedly. He was gone for many months. Just as suddenly as he had left, he came back. However, he was different upon returning. His warm, friendly disposition has faded to stoicism and detachment. He returned to find things changed around Bree.