Bio

Aaah so you want to know the past of the man named Grandis Bordon. Well then I guess we should start at the beginning. Grandis Bordon was born the son of a temple knight and a whore. Not wanting to disgrace his good name the temple knight, who’s name is not important, sent his young son off to the capitol city in secret to be raised in an orphanage. It was growing up in the orphanage that Grandis found that he had a way with people; they seemed to gravitate towards him. Though Grandis seemed to be popular with the other children his age, he never made close friends. Even surrounded by other children, who would all tell you they genuinely liked the boy with oddly black eyes, Grandis Bordon was always alone, and if you were to watch closely you could see Grandis brooding when no one was looking. Or perhaps brooding is not the word for Grandis was not truly unhappy, he just never seemed to be fully involved in anything he did. One odd thing, which must be mentioned about the boy called Grandis is that he did seem to harbor a deep resentment to the church, always finding flaws in its workings and clergy. Though as he grew into young adulthood this seemed to fade, every once in a great while you can see the distaste in his eyes as a fat priest walks by, or he hears of the church not supporting their members in times of need. This will become important later on so remember it well. The second stage of Bordon’s life came about when he signed up to a passing mercenary company on its way to a foreign war. We will gloss over these years, because they did little to shape the future of the young man, he got bigger and stronger, but his disposition changed little. The important changes in Bordon’s life began the fall of his 18th year when he decided that the soldier’s life would not bring the fulfillment he wished. There was nothing drawing Bordon back home so after mustering out he headed east, looking for a purpose in life. It was several weeks into his trek before he came upon anything interesting. I believe it was the first week of November when the man came upon a hut; I have no idea how he came to find it, far from all reports it was deep in the woods, down a small overgrown trail. But somehow he did, and that is where our story truly begins. In the hut lived a very powerful Old Witch, who possessed knowledge of many things. Grandis never revealed what happened in that hut, but he left with two very important new acquisitions. One, an old black book, which he kept with him at all times, and treated more dearly than any other possession, and a new drive. After resupplying at the nearest town, Grandis headed doggedly north into the jungle. It is here that things get fuzzy friends, for the only reference for this part of the story comes from Bordon himself. From what he told me, it took him close to two months to find what he was looking for in the dense jungle, the ruins of an ancient temple, three days north of the town he began in, that is of course, if there was a road. Once found, Bordon made his home in the temple, where he began following the ways of the ancient gods. Through his devotions, the seed of the old god Lunecra was born. Bordon took up the mantle of First Cleric of Lunecra. And that friend, is a story for another time.