Post by satori5000 on Jan 11, 2012 14:06:19 GMT -5
I am an Atryan from a village far from Elocia, several weeks on horseback in fact. I grew up on his mother's farm.
I do not know who my father is. The only thing I have been able to gather is that a passing Atryan asked to stay at the farm. Obviously "something" happened, and then the mystery Atryan went on his way. My mother never said who it was, and after a while, I stopped asking. It really didn't matter too much, between my Mother, my sister, and I, we were happy.
From the time I was 10, I realized that I had access to the pact magic of my people. At first I was just starting small fires in the fire place (which saved just a bit of money). Soon I began being able to summon small petty devils. I later broadened my powers out to be quite powerful by about my 17th year, the year everything changed.
My mother had always hidden me, asked me to hide, or stay at the farm instead of going to town to sell what we could. According to her, the town really didn't take too kindly to Atryans. One day, on her way back to the farm, a couple of men came running up to her cart to purchase some last minute things. At the same time, I had run outside to help them the last leg of the trip. The two men saw me, then took off running back to town. Had I realized they were there, I would have waited.
Anyways, a few days later at nightfall, a group of people, about twenty I think came to the house, demanding me be brought out. One of them, Father Vukeisy (according to my sister) was yelling about how they needed to purify my flesh in the name of The Light. My mother snuck me out the back door, and told me to run and hide.
My sister and mother then answered the door. This part is from my sister's recollection, but according to her the mob came in demanding me. When I wasn't there, and being unsatisfied with my mom's answers, they took her out front and burned her on a pyre. My sister was beaten and left to die.
I returned home later to find this having happened. The next day, after having taken my mom down and buried her while my sister rested, two thugs came back to apparently loot the house. I fought them off, but again made my presence known. It would cause more problems, but I didn't care. I wanted them to come after me.
The next day, the mob came back. I was there waiting for them this time. When they showed up and started yelling for me, I summoned my Hell Hound and went to meet them. They all recoiled from the two of us, and then we rained fire upon them all. None of them were killed, but a several were wounded enough that they needed to be carried off.
A few weeks later, after my sister was feeling better, we decided to leave the farm and head as far away as we could. So we gathered our things and all the money we could find, and started on the road. We eventually found a caravan that was headed toward Elocia and so we paid them to take us along.
I currently rent a fairly decent sized apartment (two bedrooms) in the artisans district. My sister lives with me. I am an adventurer now, while she is a cook at one of the nearby restaurants.
I do not know who my father is. The only thing I have been able to gather is that a passing Atryan asked to stay at the farm. Obviously "something" happened, and then the mystery Atryan went on his way. My mother never said who it was, and after a while, I stopped asking. It really didn't matter too much, between my Mother, my sister, and I, we were happy.
From the time I was 10, I realized that I had access to the pact magic of my people. At first I was just starting small fires in the fire place (which saved just a bit of money). Soon I began being able to summon small petty devils. I later broadened my powers out to be quite powerful by about my 17th year, the year everything changed.
My mother had always hidden me, asked me to hide, or stay at the farm instead of going to town to sell what we could. According to her, the town really didn't take too kindly to Atryans. One day, on her way back to the farm, a couple of men came running up to her cart to purchase some last minute things. At the same time, I had run outside to help them the last leg of the trip. The two men saw me, then took off running back to town. Had I realized they were there, I would have waited.
Anyways, a few days later at nightfall, a group of people, about twenty I think came to the house, demanding me be brought out. One of them, Father Vukeisy (according to my sister) was yelling about how they needed to purify my flesh in the name of The Light. My mother snuck me out the back door, and told me to run and hide.
My sister and mother then answered the door. This part is from my sister's recollection, but according to her the mob came in demanding me. When I wasn't there, and being unsatisfied with my mom's answers, they took her out front and burned her on a pyre. My sister was beaten and left to die.
I returned home later to find this having happened. The next day, after having taken my mom down and buried her while my sister rested, two thugs came back to apparently loot the house. I fought them off, but again made my presence known. It would cause more problems, but I didn't care. I wanted them to come after me.
The next day, the mob came back. I was there waiting for them this time. When they showed up and started yelling for me, I summoned my Hell Hound and went to meet them. They all recoiled from the two of us, and then we rained fire upon them all. None of them were killed, but a several were wounded enough that they needed to be carried off.
A few weeks later, after my sister was feeling better, we decided to leave the farm and head as far away as we could. So we gathered our things and all the money we could find, and started on the road. We eventually found a caravan that was headed toward Elocia and so we paid them to take us along.
I currently rent a fairly decent sized apartment (two bedrooms) in the artisans district. My sister lives with me. I am an adventurer now, while she is a cook at one of the nearby restaurants.
