Born on a rice farm in the mountains, AEgon had a rough life from a young age. An abusive father made matters even worse. Working like a dog since the age of 6, AEgon did not have much of a childhood. That shows in his everyday dealings. At times he has the discipline of a trained soldier and others the spirit of a child. Jesibell, his sister, left home to become a thug and to have a better life. To test her, the tribe of bandits requested that she come back and cut all ties to another family so that she would have only one.
She tried to sneak up on father in the fields and managed to land a good blow but his anger had been sparked. He struck her violently with his axe and nearly brought her down. I was frozen in fear of the people i loved fighting to the death. It was broken when she landed her next blow on father. He fell to his knees and began begging for mercy. I could feel my hatred boil watching the man who caused me so much grief beg for his life but all i could truly feel was pity for him. In a desperate act, i cast the spell that brought down my sister. The battle had ended and i was left to pick up the pieces. Jesibell did not survive her wounds and neither did father. If only we had enough money for medicine. From then on it was my goal not to live in such ruin. Mother told me that we couldn’t manage the farm by ourselves and it was mine to do with what i wish. I told her i would sell it and she made arrangements to move in with her sister. Oliver, a local businessman, heard of our situation and came to me with a proposal. He paid for me to travel and attend training for wizardry.
It did not take long for me to realize that wizarding was not for me. I found myself skipping class, practicing my swordplay. Most of my teachers hated my inability to focus in class and have my nose in a book constantly. This eventually led to my expulsion from the school and I was back to square one. I stayed in the city, doing odd jobs until an adventuring opportunity of sorts arose. An adventurer needed a translator for his travels and i had always picked up languages easy and spoke the languages he required so i applied. The man’s name was Hariani Osanimada. I traveled with him for a while and even taught him elvish. He began to mentor me in the ways of life, teaching me the ways of honor and courage. We became quite attached until one day, my mentor was out gathering firewood when a wolf came upon me. Without blinking, I grasped it’s muzzle and gave it a shock, killing the starving animal. Hariani heard the commotion and came running. He asked what had happened and upon hearing what i did, he was elated and began training me immediately the ways of a magus; something i had never heard of until this point. The rigorous training came easy and i excelled under his guidance. The dynamic of our relationship evolved into more of a father son situation at this point. Often speaking in proverbs, he taught me the meaning of loyalty and courage. After months of training, I tell Hariani that there is something that i must do and i will find him someday.
I now begin my quest of avenging my family honor and killing the man who led my sister astray. After much research and investigation, i stumble upon where the tribe is currently traveling. Upon arrival, i immediately hail Garruk and demand a duel. He simply laughs at the thought. “Dueling is a woman’s game” he snickers. “I will show you what real men do!” And so it begun. A mad battle for my life. His brute strength was surprising indeed but i focused on my training. The battle did not last long, for his wild swings were fierce but his side was left open for my blade to slash deeply; but it was the magic that took down the beast. Astonished at my own victory, I simply stood over the body and looked at the awesome blow i had landed. I was then approached by tribe members and anointed leader of their group.
I was so young and naive but i did my best to lead them to plunder and gold. I remembered some of the ruins that i dared not to adventure alone and traveled west, towards them. After raiding the ruins of lost cities for a couple months, i could sense an unrest begin to arise in the men. But we had one more city to explore and i felt an indescribable pull towards it. We raided the city, fairly standard take but one man brought me a seemingly normal sword, but i would learn of its great power some time later. I thought Hariani would know something about this mysterious object and wanted to further investigate it. The tribe could not be left without a leader so i was tasked with finding a new one. Ulfar Skullcrusher, a large half orc who claims his father was a half ogre, often led the men into battle, so i appointed him leader of the group and went on my way. This choice might have meant that the tribe returned to their murderous ways but my insatiable curiosity was too much.
Hariani had in fact heard of a blade like the one i had found. A black blade he called it. He is hesitant to trust such a weapon because of the great power that they carry. I tell him he has aged, and it shows. He says he has never felt better but to heed his warning. He then tells me of a group he has been adventuring with and they were about to depart on another quest if i would like to join. I accepted with great pleasure to be back with my old tutor. That was when i met Elspeth Wizbolt, a female gnome who was heavily armored and used a shield and a sword not all too well but was an oracle of life. She had an awful stench to her but there was many a time where i don’t think we could have gotten through the fight without her. And then there was scorch. A crazy goblin rogue who shot a gun as much as he shot of fireworks. Very wiry and devilish, he insisted that his alchemist’s fire were the best that money could buy. He was also quite the prankster, which caused quite a stir sometimes. We kept him around though because he was a crack shot with his trusty musket. We adventured together for years, discovering many caves and ruins to explore. Then one day, Hariani was feeling especially old. He decided to retire on the beach and die in peace. That put quite a dampen on our party unity. This spurred a desire for a family and someone to grow old with; a desire to leave my mark on the world and make a positive impression on generations to come. Hariani mentions an opportunity that was brought to him about a teaching position in an odd place called the Stolen Lands. Upon his stating of that, it becomes evident that thorn wants to go there also and it sounds as good an opportunity as any to adventure and prosper and so off i go, into the vast unknown that is the stolen lands.