“I am walking down a path of no return. So I leave behind every gift I’ve ever received from Mitra. Freedom is the sacrifice of faith.”
Vaelus was once happy, set in a rhythmic and content life as a Mitran monk-acolyte in a peasant village. After several years of blissful marriage, however, his wife took ill and died abruptly. This devastated him, as he had been truly smitten with his beloved. Nearly bedridden with grief, and falling into a deep depression, he spent his days praying to Mitra to bring her back to him – to at least let him see her once more. His cries for relief, however, remained unanswered.
Unsuccessful, he turned to begging the Mitran priests instead, but again he was unsuccessful. He was told to let her go and to allow her to pass peacefully.
He accused them of racism, given that he was a half-elf, accused them of being as uncaring as Mitra, the Shining Lord himself was and quickly departed.
Boiling with rage and frustration, the half-elf returned several days later and slew the priests. This, however, did little to slake his thirst for vengeance on the town – on the god – which, to his mind, wronged him. And, he abandoned everything he had. He ran.
Time did not ease Vaelus’ pained mind. Rolling hills of wrath contrasted with guilt became his mindset as he traveled. His wrath tempered into a cold, hardened fury while his guilt became shame and sharpened his aggression. He hated those who had what he did not, and sought to open their eyes to the miserable reality of the world – that there are no happy endings, no loving all-caring Mitra and no heroes.
As time passed, Vaelus’ anger and depravity grew, twisting him into the remorseless and passionless murderer that wound up in Bramblescar prison…
Class:
_Unarmed Fighter 2 / Ranger 3 _
