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So, backstory got kinda outta hand...Might add more, it does what it wants.
Renult Aspadaio
Level 6 sorcerer / wild mage
Arthur Aspadaio was raised of the proleteriate working class to a family of farmers raising livestock. Arthur loved riches and fame and all the things money could buy. After a lifetime of being put down by the despotism he was driven to the edge, finally killing his girlfriend to complete a pact to gain him "Power and prestige as the nobles." Arthur soon after married into a rather wealthy family, Anava. Arthur's wife, Sylvia, bore 3 children, 2 daughters and a boy. Ranult being the middle child. Soon after the youngest daughters birth by a shift in politics (As they often do in Borca.) The Aspadaio family was propelled to nobility.
For as long as Ranult can remember, or at least since early childhood. He had been a noble and born into the lap of luxury. Everything came easily for him, never a thought of tomorrow. Arthur became decently educated, good with a rifle, and educated mildly in politics, although never excelling. His main focus (as directed by his father) were into simply 'being' noble and enjoying the fruits that came with that, as well ascerting their authority over those that they didn't like.
During Arthur's 14th year of life a man by the name of Bordan Stali became the Mistress of Borca's new interest. Following this shift in power of the lady's whim, retribution was swiftly brought upon the Aspadaio family and they usurped and returned harshly to working class with less than they had before.
The next few years were harsh on Ranult, having to live as a commoner, watching his sisters work, and the horrible oppression of daily life. His moods became sparatick and out of control. He would regularly challenge the local guards (goons) when they came to collect taxes (extortion) and would equally regularly receive a severe beating, often times requiring the assistance from the local Ezra clerics.
Arthur had become a drunk and a hollow man, empty and lifeless. One night while Ranult was huddled next to their dying fire; Arthur, too drunk to feel the cold, confessed to him the murder of his first love and the curse that had been bestowed upon their family. Horrified at his fathers confessions Ranult fled the house and wandered the city and nearby forests for several weeks.
One particularly haggard night Ranult was entranced by music and merriment off in the distance. He followed to find himself amidst the harvest festival. Lit brightly, almost as day, by the low hanging blood red harvest moon. As Renult stumbled through the lively crowd he came across a site he'd never forget, silhouetted against the moon stood Bordan standing next to a striking woman, the man who took everything from him and his family. Instantly it all snapped into place, he understood his moods, his powers, and ever more so, what he must do. In a near beserk fury he attacked Bordan, erupting fires from nowhere, monsters forming out of shadows, a fury of mayhem. Renult struck down 4 guards, wounded half a dozen more pedestrians and took Bordens legs.
Renult was nearly immediately subdued by the Lady's guards and taken to a cell to await a swift and painful execution in the morning. It was the longest night he had ever endured, he was completely drained and couldn't move, couldn't even think. The morning came and nobody came for him. The ensuing day, nobody still. He waited there for 3 months, never receiving any sort of sentence. As time past his natural charisma won him over the good graces of the guard who brought him his meals. Eventually he was able to barter his way out by offering a months wages. As it turned out, in the aftermath of the battle Borden let some words slip (due to blood loss one would imagine.) that he should not have, and outed himself to be cheating on the Lady. Borden was killed on the spot, and everything leading up to that moment was never spoken again by anyone. Renult was simply forgotten.
Renult returned home to find his father still sitting in the same chair, family musket at his side, and his brains on the wall, still wet. Renult cleaned up the mess, and burried his father out back. Thankfully his sisters we're both out camping in the forest for the weekend. When they returned he told them flatly that father had dissapeared into the mist.
Weighing his options, Renult knew that he did not want to be a farmer. He entrusted the remainder of the family estate to his elder sister, and left with little more than a few gold in his pocket and the family rifle over his back.
As Renult stood at the edge of a mistway, gathering up the courage to head out of his home domain for the first time in his life a figure clad in black metal with a white cape adorned in weird symbols came stumbeling out, battered, bruised, and babbeling nearly incoherently. After a few moments of hysteria the man finally came to his senses and informed Renult that his name is Charles Nohten and that he lost his compatriots in the mist. Charles's eyes widened with fear and he turned around and raced back into the mist for his friends. Renult grabbed at his shoulder to stop him, but got dragged in himself.
Renult and Charles spent what seemed like several lifetimes wandering the mists together. Sleeping in half paranoid shifts, never fully rested, never fully awake it was a colorless existence that stretched so vast that time lost all meaning. As they exchanged their tales and stories, it soon became clear to Renult that his companion was bat**** crazy. Charles claimed to be from a different world, and different 'plane' even. A place without stretching mists and vast cities. He worshiped a god named 'Pelor' a sun god of light and healing. Renult was utterly delighted with Charles's stories of this fantasy world, even if he didn't believe a word of it. What did seem to be true of his stories however, was that Charles was indeed an slayer of the undead. Slowly over the span of their mistled adventure the jovial rotund and cheery features of the cleric drooped and darkened.
One day, as quickly as it had happened, they wandered out of the mists. Miles of giant trees lay before, giddy with color and light they ran through the forrest, gorging themselves on fruit and food of the land. Sitting on small hill in the light Renult noticed a subtle change in his companion. All the arteries around his face were fairly visible, pulsating with a bright crimson heat. Charles said he felt fine. They spent a few days in a small village, getting used to civilization again, and doing a bit of info gathering. Not but 2 days prior to their arrival had men wearing the same symbols shown up and moved off again into the forrest at news of a missing village girl.
Following this news they came across an area in the forrest littered with scorch marks, broken trees, and a lone pendant covered in blood. There were no bodies, but it was clear what happened. Even though it was dark, everything around them was seen bright as day as light poured furiously from Charles. From then on there was no question of what was to be done. Charles led the way, from forrest to forrest, village to village, even through several domains. Charles became a fiend, slaying all undead he came across without mercy, without survirors. As the months, maybe even the years blurred Renult was fascinated with his partners further change. No longer did they need to light fires at night for there never was. Charles' eyes glowed brighter than his boiling blood, his weapon glowed and flashed bright when it struck true. While Renult's fervor at slaying the undead ran low, no longer his heart in it, Charles only grew brighter. Speaking nearly only in prophecy and scripture at this point. One particular battle, for the first time when Charles let out battle cry charging a pack of ghouls Renult saw what Charles had truly become, Empty. As he opened his mouth it was not light that came out, but empty cold darkness. They not only had diverged in path, but in power as well. Charles had grown magnitudes stronger than Renult, although he was always the more powerful of the 2. That night they entered the mists together, but in the day when the emerged Renult was alone.
Since then Renult has been picking up odd jobs and following the mists for his guidance. Feeling that while he knows not where he is heading, that fate is guiding him in a very definite direction.
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Verics became a bit emo, but I guess that's half-vistani. Though my last cleric was a half-orc and the inverse of emo so it's okay, I guess. Eh, something like:
Nervy Verics
Level 6 Cleric to Tvashtri
Nerys was born in Sri Raji, just outside of the city of Muladi. Her mother was of the Brahmin (priest) caste. The birth of a half-vistani was more than a little scandalous for one of such rank. Nerys was raised in the church of Kali, ignorant and sheltered from her heritage. She was discouraged from acting in a way that might make one think her half-vistani, although she didn't know that was what those actions represented to the priests.
She primarily ran errands for them, letting her see a bit more of the city of Muladi than she might've. When she was nine she befriended a visiting vistani blacksmith, he got her out of situations that might've become troublesome. At his encouragement, she grew accustomed to wearing men's clothing to avoid harassment in the streets and go unnoticed. She saw him a handful of times a year, he was normally in Tvashtri.
Shortly after her 15th birthday she became engaged to a young noble whose eye she had caught unintentionally. Raised with the belief that she had no other choice she was prepared to marry him as was expected of her. Nerys discovered that the man had sacrificed his brother to Kali, to raise his own rank. She was horrified at this, but all of the priests found his actions to be justified and thought nothing of it. She confronted the man on his actions and did not benefit from that encounter. It was in that moment that is dawned on her, that her faith had never been her own. That the beliefs she was surrounded by, she found hollow.
She left the church, cut her hair short (as is the tradition of men in Sri Raji) and went to Tvashtri. From then on she went by her last name, Verics. In Tvashtri she passed herself off as being of the Kshatriya caste (a caste of nobles and soldiers, considered lower than the priest's caste). And she joined the city guard. She spent the next year with them, learning as she never had.
At 16 she ran into her blacksmith again and begged to be his apprentice. He permitted it and she spent time traveling with him and learning the trade. After only a bit over half a year with him they ran into trouble while traveling. Locals in Pakat accused him of swindling him and beat him severely, they based their judgments on his race and thought nothing of his life. Verics was also beaten, although not as severely. It was then that she found out her heritage that she had unconsciously hiding her entire life. She also lost a small chunk of ear to their irrational anger. Verics was unable to save the blacksmith's life, and deeply regretted having forgotten the art of healing.
After that she joined the church of Tvashtri, a church she felt kinship towards. Even surrounded by good priests and clerics, she watched too many of them fall to their darker impulses. She decided she couldn't stay in Sri Raji and be surrounded by its’ corruption. From there she traveled, and realized that Ravenloft was merely all kinds of messed up for anyone with a moral compass. But she did meet a few people, very different people with beliefs and other worldly qualities to them. Ones that claimed there was some place better, something that Verics hoped she could believe.
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And...we died again.
New character: Something Psionic!
Last edited by Lost Light, 10/14/2008, 11:39 pm
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