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((This is a re-post since this PC is back, with some things new. If any remember him bear with me I am not the original player.))
Vaelek was born a poor merchants son, when he was young his fathers business improved and they moved to the capital where he helped his father throughout his youth. Shortly before his fathers death he married his childhood sweetheart. After his fathers death, Vaelek and his wife took over the family business. They worked hard and saved, planning to make a good life for their child. When the time came for their child to be born they had fallen on hard times.
They worked tirelessly over the course of a few years, their son growing so fast. The joy's of fatherhood filled him with a feeling like nothing else. But again they fell on hard times... Worse then before. Vaelek scrammbled to find the reason, some reason why... Only to find out their demise was the work of a man Vaelek knew all to well, a man he once called his friend.
He confronted the man, reasoned with him. But he was a powerfull and jealous mage, his lust for power knowing no bounds. Vaelek knew that the boy he befriened was gone and this man was, something else entirely. A man who, it was rumored, practiced necromancy...
Later that evening when Vaelek returned home, he noticed the lights were dim, and as he passed people on the street he heard their murmurings. Talks of the stench of death and flashes of magic. He walked faster, and faster. When he reached the door his heart sank, tears flooded his vision and fear chilled his soul.
The door was unlatched, he pushed it open quietly and as the dim light from the torches outside flooded into the room he saw what he feared most. He fell to his knees sobbing, begging the gods to let this be a trick, a sick joke. But as he sobbed over the death of his family, his life, He heard shuffling scraping and moaning. As he scanned the room he saw, drenched in blood and reaking of death, three undead.
His vision blurred and his will to live gone he reaches down and finds a fire log, just the right size for a club, and rushes into the room swinging at the abominations in his house. His blows seemed useless against them, they turned and came after him, clawing at his flesh... And then a white flash, the sound of armored boots. When he came to he saw the undead were gone. His family was gone. Before he could even speak, the armored man lifted him to his feet and told him to follow...
He followed him for so long. Finally after days of silence they arrived to their apparent destination. A place Vaelek would soon call home. A church of Kelemvor. There he trained. Days turned weeks, weeks to months, and months to years.
In the last months he began to train in combat, in magicks, both divine and arcane, for one purpose. His hate.. His hatred of undead, his hatred of the man who took his family. His hate that was now turned into a weapon of Kelemvor...
He left and searched for the man responsible, only to find the trail cold. He had fled the city, and so for months Vaelek traveled around waiting to hear something. Then he stumbled apon an opportunity to board a ship, destined for a land he did not know, Sundren....
Vaelek was born a poor merchants son, when he was young his fathers business improved and they moved to the capital where he helped his father throughout his youth. Shortly before his fathers death he married his childhood sweetheart. After his fathers death, Vaelek and his wife took over the family business. They worked hard and saved, planning to make a good life for their child. When the time came for their child to be born they had fallen on hard times.
They worked tirelessly over the course of a few years, their son growing so fast. The joy's of fatherhood filled him with a feeling like nothing else. But again they fell on hard times... Worse then before. Vaelek scrammbled to find the reason, some reason why... Only to find out their demise was the work of a man Vaelek knew all to well, a man he once called his friend.
He confronted the man, reasoned with him. But he was a powerfull and jealous mage, his lust for power knowing no bounds. Vaelek knew that the boy he befriened was gone and this man was, something else entirely. A man who, it was rumored, practiced necromancy...
Later that evening when Vaelek returned home, he noticed the lights were dim, and as he passed people on the street he heard their murmurings. Talks of the stench of death and flashes of magic. He walked faster, and faster. When he reached the door his heart sank, tears flooded his vision and fear chilled his soul.
The door was unlatched, he pushed it open quietly and as the dim light from the torches outside flooded into the room he saw what he feared most. He fell to his knees sobbing, begging the gods to let this be a trick, a sick joke. But as he sobbed over the death of his family, his life, He heard shuffling scraping and moaning. As he scanned the room he saw, drenched in blood and reaking of death, three undead.
His vision blurred and his will to live gone he reaches down and finds a fire log, just the right size for a club, and rushes into the room swinging at the abominations in his house. His blows seemed useless against them, they turned and came after him, clawing at his flesh... And then a white flash, the sound of armored boots. When he came to he saw the undead were gone. His family was gone. Before he could even speak, the armored man lifted him to his feet and told him to follow...
He followed him for so long. Finally after days of silence they arrived to their apparent destination. A place Vaelek would soon call home. A church of Kelemvor. There he trained. Days turned weeks, weeks to months, and months to years.
In the last months he began to train in combat, in magicks, both divine and arcane, for one purpose. His hate.. His hatred of undead, his hatred of the man who took his family. His hate that was now turned into a weapon of Kelemvor...
He left and searched for the man responsible, only to find the trail cold. He had fled the city, and so for months Vaelek traveled around waiting to hear something. Then he stumbled apon an opportunity to board a ship, destined for a land he did not know, Sundren....
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