Turaj the Warlock
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Turaj the Warlock
Turaj the Warlock
"In a life such as the one we're running, there's no closer ally than yourself," Turaj almost felt guilty about repeating the words of his father, but tried to drown it out. Yes, Turaj knew of the merciless massacres that had happened at his fathers hand and knew that if it had not been for his fathers obligation as one of the Inheritors, the man would've stayed on the battlefield and taken on entire nations alone rather than settling down, but it had been one of the obligations agreed upon when a distant ancestor of theirs had struck a bargain with the Ancient One, a being of immense destructive power. Every scion of the family that was marked with his powers and that bore his mark would have only until their thirtieth year to bring a new generation into the world and raise them in the ways of the family. No one had defied that tradition ever, it seemed a foolish thing to try and defy a creature that could so easily grant such immense powers, and those who spoke of doing it were put to death to avoid its wrath. When not one, but three children out of eight bore the Mark, it was agreed upon that they showed that the pact was growing increasingly stronger and certain members of the family smiled gleefully when they imagined how in but a few centuries, perhaps a millennium, they would be the most powerful bloodline in the world.
"My father, Anilm Trueheart, is nothing but a murderous oath-breaker. A Warlock, if you prefer. He might have kept the family oath, but the promises he gave to others, whether friend, foe or even his own children were not to be trusted. I saw him drain the life from my favourite cousin, because he believed it to be 'the proper way of things', he doesn't deserve to live.
"He was there when we were raised, yes, but the only times he actually gave us any instruction was when the strength of our Mark was to be tested, and even then there were never any praise only varying strengths of disappointment when we failed to display a previously unknown ability and thus didn't get him a better spot in the family hierarchy.
"When I ended up killing my brother, I was not so much frightened over what I had done as I was satisfied with having robbed my father of two Marked Inheritors; my brother and me, by virtue of his death and my exile. I hadn't planned to kill my brother though; it had been an accident even if I never felt any guilt about it. If I had wanted to kill him, it certainly wouldn't have involved me falling off the roof and using his neck to break my fall, it hardly took any of the speed off my fall and his neck snapped like a dry branch. Anyway, my father was left with only my older sister as his Marked Inheiritor, and thus I don't think he would greet me back home. I couldn't say for sure though, I didn't see him after the accident you see, the Elders wouldn't let me, they said it was tradition that an exile would see only those he had wronged on the field of battle or in a duel wherein he could try to reclaim his honour."
The person who requested the story replied:
"wow... i mean, wow..."
"very good. thanks you so much. its kinda freaky because my dm wanted to use my background for some major campaigns, as i was the only one who was evil, and who even had a semi-decent background. you just made it amazing. thanks"
"do you have a degree in writing or something?? i mean, im a good writer, like national merit stuff, but how you put together the ideas with the vague history i provided is amazing. thanks again.
"In a life such as the one we're running, there's no closer ally than yourself," Turaj almost felt guilty about repeating the words of his father, but tried to drown it out. Yes, Turaj knew of the merciless massacres that had happened at his fathers hand and knew that if it had not been for his fathers obligation as one of the Inheritors, the man would've stayed on the battlefield and taken on entire nations alone rather than settling down, but it had been one of the obligations agreed upon when a distant ancestor of theirs had struck a bargain with the Ancient One, a being of immense destructive power. Every scion of the family that was marked with his powers and that bore his mark would have only until their thirtieth year to bring a new generation into the world and raise them in the ways of the family. No one had defied that tradition ever, it seemed a foolish thing to try and defy a creature that could so easily grant such immense powers, and those who spoke of doing it were put to death to avoid its wrath. When not one, but three children out of eight bore the Mark, it was agreed upon that they showed that the pact was growing increasingly stronger and certain members of the family smiled gleefully when they imagined how in but a few centuries, perhaps a millennium, they would be the most powerful bloodline in the world.
"My father, Anilm Trueheart, is nothing but a murderous oath-breaker. A Warlock, if you prefer. He might have kept the family oath, but the promises he gave to others, whether friend, foe or even his own children were not to be trusted. I saw him drain the life from my favourite cousin, because he believed it to be 'the proper way of things', he doesn't deserve to live.
"He was there when we were raised, yes, but the only times he actually gave us any instruction was when the strength of our Mark was to be tested, and even then there were never any praise only varying strengths of disappointment when we failed to display a previously unknown ability and thus didn't get him a better spot in the family hierarchy.
"When I ended up killing my brother, I was not so much frightened over what I had done as I was satisfied with having robbed my father of two Marked Inheritors; my brother and me, by virtue of his death and my exile. I hadn't planned to kill my brother though; it had been an accident even if I never felt any guilt about it. If I had wanted to kill him, it certainly wouldn't have involved me falling off the roof and using his neck to break my fall, it hardly took any of the speed off my fall and his neck snapped like a dry branch. Anyway, my father was left with only my older sister as his Marked Inheiritor, and thus I don't think he would greet me back home. I couldn't say for sure though, I didn't see him after the accident you see, the Elders wouldn't let me, they said it was tradition that an exile would see only those he had wronged on the field of battle or in a duel wherein he could try to reclaim his honour."
The person who requested the story replied:
"wow... i mean, wow..."
"very good. thanks you so much. its kinda freaky because my dm wanted to use my background for some major campaigns, as i was the only one who was evil, and who even had a semi-decent background. you just made it amazing. thanks"
"do you have a degree in writing or something?? i mean, im a good writer, like national merit stuff, but how you put together the ideas with the vague history i provided is amazing. thanks again.