Illustration by Luis Perez |
Brogru
Most of the citizens of Irrisen can trace their lineage
back to either the original Ulfen inhabitants or back to the children of Baba Yaga
herself. Although those are the most dominant bloodlines in the region they are
not the only ones. On the border with the Realm of the Mammoth Lords reside
quite a few families that can trace their families back to the tribes of their
eastern neighbor.
Brogru’s family are some of those Kellids that have lived
just across the border of their homeland for generations. The Jadwiga consider
these tribesmen citizens and like any other residents of Irrisen they are not
allowed to cross the border. These Kellids now inhabit the frontier between the
town of Bosorka and the town of Isseld.
When Brogru hit puberty and changes came upon him it was
not the typical growth spurt into the mountain of a man his parents expected.
The young Kellid’s hair began to turn white, and his skin tone paled a bit. His
aging slowed and there was obvious evidence that he was touched with the blood
of air elementals.
Brogru would often spend time trekking from his family’s
homestead to Isseld. The town was gaining a name for trading in the carved
fetishes and talismans of his people, so the sight of a Kellid – even one
touched by the wind – was not uncommon. It was here that he fell in with a bad
crowd.
Illustration by Luis Perez |
Isseld may have only been a minor stop on the Frozen
Road, but it was a trade stop nonetheless. The thieves and scoundrels which he
called friends would often rob from merchants traveling up the river road.
Although Brogru had no qualms with theft and extortion, violence was never
something he enjoyed. When his cohorts killed a merchant he was appalled and
locked them in the small cabin on the boat and set the thing ablaze.
Borgru was captured by the authorities and imprisoned. At
his trial he was sentenced to exile. It is not often that a citizen is allowed
to leave Irrisen but the young sylph was brought to the border of the Realm of
the Mammoth Lords and told never to return. With no way to go back, he had no
choice but to move forward into unfamiliar territory.
The tribes of the Mammoth Lords actively shunned him,
some even tried to kill him, so he could find no home with cousins of his own
people. He was adrift and alone out on the frozen tundra. He would have frozen
to death in the first year if had he not stumbled upon a ruin close to the
border of The Worldwound. He took shelter here during the harsh weather and was
kept alive and out of the bitter wind.
What was in the ruin would change who and what he was.
Locked away in a stone case, wrapped in cold iron chains he found a book. The
book appeared perfectly preserved and seemed to be in a language that not only
could he not read, but he was almost sure didn’t exist. The book called to him
to skim its pages and every night in that ancient place he had dreams of manor
house in a fetid swamp, and scaled wings fluttering by.
After a week within the confines of the ancient structure
the wind and the snow stopped and Brogru took the opportunity to move on. With no place to call home in the lands of
his ancestors he skirted the border of The Worldwound and then followed the
river from the Tusk Mountains and through the Shudderwood into Ustalav. By the
time he arrived in more civilized lands he was ravaged by the elements and near
starvation. The only thing that kept him going was the book that was now tied
to his waist with the very cold iron chains in which it had once been bound.
Brogru found some succor. He was given a warm place to
sleep and a hot meal in a small temple of Desna, but the food could not sustain
him. He had a need for something more. He left the temple and began his search,
he knew not what for, until he came upon a small bookshop. When he entered he
felt the tome at his side call to the other books until it found the one it
wanted. Brogru plucked the volume from the shelf and opened it. He felt the
sudden urge to tear out the pages. As he did this the paper became subsumed
into his own body and he felt sated. The shopkeep noticed this odd behavior and
ran him out, screaming for him to never return.
The book filled his hunger the way no food could but it
also opened his mind to the true nature of the codex he carried with him. The
book allowed his mind to touch that of the being known as Crocell, the Infernal
Duke. He was now a servitor of this power and it was his task to find other
lost folios to add to his master’s collection. For this he looked to sign on
with adventurers who would be heading into other ancient ruins where he might
find volumes lost to the sands of time.
How did you piece together your character? What class did
you think best suited this Sylph? Why did he commit arson? Who were the people
he murdered? Why did he take up the worship of Crocell? Tell us in the
comments.
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