haylen lived in the poor district of Caldoranth. He never knew his father
and his mother never spoke about him. Thaylen was orphaned at the
age of five when his mother succumbed to illness. She quickly passed.
Like many other orphaned children growing up on the streets of
Caldoranth, Thaylen was taken under the tutelage of a street rogue at a very early age and taught
the techniques and secrets of stealth. In Thaylen’s case, his tutor was a particularly greedy miscreant by the name of Veric. Veric used Thaylen’s obvious natural skills and tendencies towards the roguish arts to steal purses and pick the pockets of many of Caldoranth’s unsuspecting citizenry.
One night at the age of ten Thaylen decided to loot a property in the
richer district of town. He surveyed the house and it seemed easy
enough. He was able to quickly open the lock to the rear door and
stealthily worked his way to the second floor. As he entered the
study, he heard the bedroom door open directly across the hall. An
elderly man dressed in his sleeping garb stepped out. He held a
lantern in one hand and a bastard sword in another. “Halt!! Who goes
there!?” the man said in a commanding voice. Thaylen froze in place
using the shadows of the flickering candlelight to hide himself from
the gaze of the elderly man. But to no avail, the man gazed directly
at him and quickly moved forward. He was agile for his age and quickly
blocked Thaylen from exiting the study door. Thaylen reached for his
blades, tumbled and lunged forward. He was not going to get caught,
not by the likes of him. Without a thought the elderly man
side-stepped and blocked the blade easily with his bastard sword.
Thaylen then slashed with the other blade, but was deflected by the
lantern. Jabs and slashes all missed their mark as the elderly man
was able to block, sidestep and circumvent every attack. Then finally
after a precise pommel blow to the back of the head, the world dimmed into darkness for Thaylen.
He awoke in a brightly lit room, with plush furniture and regal
paintings hanging on the walls. A wooden bath sat on the corner of the
room and steam flowed over the sides of the tub. New clothes were
draped on a wooded chair beside the wooden bath. “Am I dead ?” Thaylen
asked himself. But a sharp pain in the back of his head reminded him
of the scuffle the night before. A knock at the door broke his thoughts
and the elderly man stepped into the room. “I’m glad to see you are
awake. My name is Calantus. Now there is a bath and new clothes for
you. Come down for lunch when you’re done.”
Calantus was the former captain of the guards in Eastern district of
Caldoranth. Prior to that, he was a decorated officer in the kings
army. In the name of the king he had led troops to many victories in the southern battles against Iscalatharn. He had a beautiful
wife name Asil and a young son named Alron whom he deeply loved.
Unfortunately a plague that had swept across Caldoranth more than two
decades ago claimed them both. He never re-married and plunged him
self deep into his work to suppress the pain. Then one night fate
smiled upon him once more when a would be thief entered his home. As
the flickering light of the candle shone on the boys face he saw a
strong resemblance to his son Alron, who had been nearly the same age when
he died. Calantus felt as if the gods has given him a second chance to
raise his son.
Thaylen was adopted shortly after by Calantus. He was given love and attention that he had never received before. Calantus always encourage him, for he saw the talents that Thaylen possessed. He helped him hone his techniques at fighting and gathering information, techniques which Thaylen adopted quickly. Thaylen became part of the elite group called the Obsidian Guard. The Obsidian Guard works behind the seen for the king in the city of Caldoranth. There duties consist of infiltration of underground black markets, gathering information, discreetly guarding nobles on diplomatic missions where show of arms is frown upon, and capturing or dispatching crime lords and enemy’s of the state. That to name a few. He soon became known as Thaylen Twin blade due to his signature twin weapons, one of Cold Iron and the other Silver. Thaylen was quite proficient, rising in the ranks quickly and soon was task with secret missions for the Crown. This achievements at such a young age made his adopted father extremely proud.