Rise of the Runelords
PHYSICAL: Tael stands slightly shorter than an average human. His, for the most part, unblemished olive skin and short-cut, jet-black hair clearly mark him as Varisian. This fact cemented even so by the bright red scarf worn loosely around his neck, the excess draped around his left forearm. Unlike most Kapenia, Tael’s is relatively unadorned although a few intricate embroideries flow from one end of the linen to the other. Thick leather has recently been sewn into the backside of the scarf, reinforcing it and causing it to stand around his neck, masking the lower part of his jaw. His young, handsome features and muscular physique place him somewhere at age in his late teens. His eyes being his most noticeable feature, have recently been cursed with a loss of vision. The iris and pupil have seem to have faded, leaving the whites of his eyes. Even more chilling is the dark grey haze that swirls within them. Rarely does he make eye contact with strangers to avoid any questions, or retortful comments. But he won’t go to much of any length to hide them.
………..He wears a simple set of studded leather armor over a bleached shirt, and brown, linen pants. The left sleeve of the shirt flairs midway down his forearm and ties off at the wrist, giving a slight “swashbuckler” feel to the look. However, the right is tucked inside of a well-crafted spiked steel gauntlet. His dark, leather boots rising just below his knees are tightened around his calves with two buckled straps. A simple belt worn around his waist holds a few small pouches for various uses. A small, simple pack resting on his back is blanketed by his traveling cloak.
BACKSTORY: Tael’s mother kept company with a lowly sort in her short life in Riddleport, the port town surrounding the mouth of the Velashu River. She enjoyed the frivolity of the rogueish life in the pirate town, and eventually found herself with child. One autumn day, when the mists rolled inland off the sea, she took a long walk, all alone, into the neighboring Calphiak mountains. The terrain, while not intense was seemingly enough to force her into labor with the child. She sat and leaned against a tree, crying from the pain. A nearby Shoanti huntress heard her cries and came to investigate the sound. Assuming the Varisian woman was from the nearby town, she cautiously assisted her.
………..The Shoanti of the Calphiak quite distrusted the thieves and pirates from Riddleport. But it was pure luck, or maybe fate, that brought the two women together. As Tael was born, his mother quickly succumbed to the birth and passed. The huntress, being a mother herself, had no choice but to take the baby and raise it as her own – A rare occurance in any Shoanti clan, but not completely unheard of. The huntress stayed there in the quiet for a while, examining the baby. What seemed to be a tattoo embellished the outside of his right forearm. The detail it held fascinated her, she’d never seen one of the rare birth tattoos some Varisians bare. As a memorable tribute for the child, she took a bright red scarf the woman wore around her shoulders. She’d give it to him one day, when the time was right.
………..She raised him along with her own, even though Shoanti people grew much taller and stockier than Varisians. Tael learned to hold his own against his twin brothers through rough play and eventually basic combat training most Shoanti experience. His light-hearted, oafish brothers took a well liking to Tael, teasing him whenever they could about his stature. Tael never really minded, despite the way he reacts to their taunts. While he enjoys showing off and being flashy, Tael is generally quiet and well-minded, gaining a sense of liking from most of the Shadde-Quah he was adopted in to.
………..Fate took another jab at Tael, in the late spring of his nineteenth year. While sleeping, a deity appeared to him in an ominous dream. Tael awoke in a heavy sweat, and quickly realized himself cursed. He had lost most of his vision, and his eyes had taken on a strange malformation and color. The Clan elders ruled it an augury they wished not to deal with, and regrettably cast Tael out of the Shadde-Quah, forbidding any contact with any remaining members of the Clan, even his family. It was then his mother handed over the woven scarf she’d been protecting since he was born. A saddening departure led Tael to the still nearby Riddleport, where he quickly secured a spot on a small ship run by a fisherman traveling south to Magnimar.
………..On the voyage, Tael had another dream, as equally as ominous as the first. Although unlike the first, he found himself with a new set of certain abilities. While Tael reveled in his new skill, the Fisherman became wary and promptly deposited him ashore in the middle of nowhere. He continued traveling south and found himself upon a small port town, much smaller than Riddleport. The town, Sandpoint, he had come to held a certain charm he like. He settled into an inn for the night and planned to stay for the next few days. There was talk of a celebration for the reopening of the local church. While he isn’t very religious, celebrations usually meant festivities and free food.