I don’t know how I got here and I don’t care. My first memory is in Geneva, Switzerland. I knew there was something different about me, but I didn’t know until I met someone else like me. Another Half-Orc Summoner named Blantyre. He was the closest thing to a father I had. He taught me how to summon my edilon, how to use my powers for the good of all and bring criminals to justice.
He was a good friend, teacher, and father. Blantyre had many friends at the Wizard’s Guild and was the conscience, if you will, of the group. He always had insight that no one else seemed to have, myself included. He was able to see right through anyone and bring the truth to light.
One day, we were hired to rescue a kidnapped Halfling named Stuggart (an heiress to millions in gold and several estates). After locating Stuggart, we ran into an army of zombies in the Black Forrest, where she had been held captive. It was horrible…..it was a trap. Stuggart was a pawn and she didn’t know it. I can’t blame her. But, we were overrun by the zombies and my friend, mentor, and father…..Blantyre was killed. Stuggart and I escaped.
I still do not know who was behind it…..but, when I do, I shall may whomever is responsible pay for my friend’s death! I will do it at whatever cost.