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I remember when they came to Dol Brak.  These men were clad in black and wore
symbols  so strange looking I had never
seen them before.  But, I was not afraid
for they were to be my saviours in my time of absolute need.

Let
me go back a few years, a decade at most. 
You see I was born.  Like you I
guess, at least I hope it was normal. 
Dol Brak was my home.  A small
village a few days south of Black Winds. 
My parents were hard working farmers with a small patch of land that
kept us fed and kept me out of trouble. 
As a very young child I worked hard. 
Learned much of my little world on the farm. And then tragedy struck.

For
this, it came in the form of barbarian savages. They tore in too our small
hamlet with reckless abandon, lotting, pillaging, burning, raping and
killing.  In the choking smoke I heard my
father cry out for my mother… 
Mariannnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. 
her name still burns my ears and the smoke my lungs. They both died in
that attack, or so I believe.  Their
bodies we never found.  I was an orphan.

The
mayor was not pleasant to me, and never let me forget what a burden I was.
"If you don't do your chores, I will sell you to Black Winds." he
said often enough.  I almost wished he
would, just to get out of this place. The village rebuilt itself, but the scar
of the attack still remained, and I carry my own. My left arm, from the
knuckles to my shoulder was burned in the attack. It healed a bit, but the
scarring was still there, and most felt uneasy when they saw it.  So much so, the mayor, Uncle Fargin (as I
called him), kept my mostly in doors. 
Cleaning the house, repairing his clothes, even cooking when I was old
enough.

The
scars of the fire were bad enough, but not the only ones. He beat me much, even
at the age of five I felt his hand, his belt, even a three tailed whip once. As
I grew, I hated him, the hate threatened to overwhelm my soul and my heart.  I rebelled.

When
I was let out of my 'cage', I studied the town, the people, some were wealthier
than others, and I thought, why shouldn't I have some of that. Especially of
the pigs that took my parents farm. My Farm! I began small. Picking a few
apples at the daily market, lifting a pie from a window, clothes from the
lines. I became braver, the fear dropping away, so I began to leave my cage at
night. My first 'victim' was the Blackmoores. They bought my family farm from
the mayor. I had no idea at the time, but that is what had happened and I have
no say in the matter now. I entered through one of the windows on one of the
walls that survived the burning and quickly found things of value. A gold
necklace, a small iron ring with a pearl in it. I stole them and vanished back
into the night.

I
was getting an ego. A 'big head'. Too pleased with my own work I got careless.
Never once did I think "What will I do with all this?" so instead I
just buried it under the dogs kennel. No one knew. At least I never thought
anyone knew. A year passed, and I was getting good, but as I mentioned,
careless.

I
was caught red handed, digging another hole for my ill gotten gains. And they
lynched me. Beat me. And dragged my half unconscious body to the orchard… a
rope, a noose.  They were to hang me. 

I
was thirteen. Maybe fourteen.  They came
and stopped the hanging. Not immediately mind you, they watched, waited. Three
of them on black steeds dressed all in black. 
Silver and white symbols danced about their clothes and their eyes were
just as dark as the moonless night. At first, I nearly screamed. Then as the
noose was tightened and I gave up all hope, one Commanded "Stop!"

I was totally amazed
by this. The mob stopped immediately what they were doing and stood back as
this man dismounted and approached me. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and then
whispered: "Do you want to know how I 
did that?" I gulped, the air felt strange around him and me. Like
how it feels before a great storm. I simply nodded, and he paid the price for
me.

Gold.
I was sold into slavery by the village under the laws of Black Winds. A
prisoner can be freed into the hands of one who will pay for him. I left with
them that day, sitting in front of my new master who road long and hard
southwards. Away from Black Winds, Away from the barbarian lands. Three weeks
of journey on horse, foot and barge. We came to Veil Point. The greatest city
in all of Kubuldar. The home of the White Tower and the towers of the gods. The
skyline marked by spires, tall buildings and towers alike. And there, in one
such tower, I would spend the next ten years. In the tower of the Arcane
Brotherhood.

What goes on behind those black doors I
cannot speak of. But I emerged as a Freeman and one capable of
wielding great power. Magicka. I did not care for 'Divine' nor 'Arcane'
teachings. I simply understood, and this is what my mentor Groderick Maul saw
in me. His beatings were worse than others. My 'class mates' were jealous,
envious, and down right evil. Torture was not unheard of, and abuse was all too
common. But I persevered and I survived. I killed three of my class mates
before the first year was out. Killed them with mage fire.

I
graduated as a Death Spiller – one whose powers are focused on destruction. My
duties are simple. Explore the world, and report back at least once a season.
Respond to any duties I am given by Groderick or other seniour Wizards of the
Brotherhood. Oh, and expunge any of the Arcane University for the insollence.