Rugult
On Call GM
Background
My name is Mesos. I have no last name, or at least none that I remember. In my youth I was orphaned and raised by the embracing light of a Silver Flame church in the outskirts of Thrane. As a boy I knew that it would be my great honor to fight alongside the armies of the Silver Flame during the Last War, and fight I did.
I was twenty at the battle of Cairn Hill; a ferocious battle between my homeland and the nation of Breland and their depraved goblinoid allies. It was here that we downed a flying ship, withstood the onslaught of Brelish and goblin troops, and it was at Cairn Hill where we won the day. Many died at Cairn Hill, and I was one of the lucky ones to escape the battle only wounded; a concussion given to me by the club of a brutish hobgoblin thug.
The strike of the Hobgoblin precluded my involvement in the remainder of the War, and I was assigned back to Flamekeep for more scholarly duties. The inner libraries of the keep held many secrets, and in my youth I was brash in what information I ingested, reading through books some may deem to be heretical. It was in this research I discovered the secrets of the Demons and Vessels bound to the flame.
Four years ago I discovered a simple box hidden within the annals of one unkempt library in the inner section of the city. The box was surrounded by various tomes that detailed many of the specific demons which had been trapped by the Flame. More interestingly, the books detailed an ancient order of soldiers who fought against the darkness and depravities of our world by taking the powers of those bound to the Silver Flame, demons included.
I was unsure if it was stupidity or foolishness that provoked me to attempt this ancient ritual on my own. Though I remember little of the events of my first pact, I know it was with a terrible demon named Amon, who had been trapped by the Flame for longer then I could possibly comprehend. I wished only to see the powers that could be gained from such a bargain, and in my folly the pact I first made was a great failure.
By the demon’s hands I burned the library down in a torrent of fire. When the pact was broken and my own sanity restored I was forced to explain myself to the guard. It was easy enough to convince them of an accident; a book which had been trapped from long ago. While I fooled the guards and no fault was found, I could not tear myself from the prospect of finding more about this demon and others like him.
For years I studied the tomes of Flamekeep, finding more and more about the demons and other entities bound to the Flame; beings who I could bind to myself. Of course I realized that the other priests were becoming suspicious of my studies, thus I left Flamekeep and moved to the port of Stormreach almost three years ago.
The pirate haven has many adventurers and knowledge seekers passing through, and it proved a fine place for one with my ‘talents’ to do business. By this point I had been engaged in pacts with no less then three separate beings, all of which gave me incredible feats of power or skill. From the forces I could bind, I was able to fight with the strength of a demon, endure fires that would kill most men, and even partake is simple deception and espionage. There was never a shortage of business.
In the last few months I have been hired on by a rather eccentric old gnome by the name of Fimblejick Ugmot, a professor of the Korranberg University. He has been cataloguing the most fascinating of items, something which I am more then able to assist with due to my literacy in the tongue of giants. It has also given me time to return to my own ‘personal’ studies…
My name is Mesos. I have no last name, or at least none that I remember. In my youth I was orphaned and raised by the embracing light of a Silver Flame church in the outskirts of Thrane. As a boy I knew that it would be my great honor to fight alongside the armies of the Silver Flame during the Last War, and fight I did.
I was twenty at the battle of Cairn Hill; a ferocious battle between my homeland and the nation of Breland and their depraved goblinoid allies. It was here that we downed a flying ship, withstood the onslaught of Brelish and goblin troops, and it was at Cairn Hill where we won the day. Many died at Cairn Hill, and I was one of the lucky ones to escape the battle only wounded; a concussion given to me by the club of a brutish hobgoblin thug.
The strike of the Hobgoblin precluded my involvement in the remainder of the War, and I was assigned back to Flamekeep for more scholarly duties. The inner libraries of the keep held many secrets, and in my youth I was brash in what information I ingested, reading through books some may deem to be heretical. It was in this research I discovered the secrets of the Demons and Vessels bound to the flame.
Four years ago I discovered a simple box hidden within the annals of one unkempt library in the inner section of the city. The box was surrounded by various tomes that detailed many of the specific demons which had been trapped by the Flame. More interestingly, the books detailed an ancient order of soldiers who fought against the darkness and depravities of our world by taking the powers of those bound to the Silver Flame, demons included.
I was unsure if it was stupidity or foolishness that provoked me to attempt this ancient ritual on my own. Though I remember little of the events of my first pact, I know it was with a terrible demon named Amon, who had been trapped by the Flame for longer then I could possibly comprehend. I wished only to see the powers that could be gained from such a bargain, and in my folly the pact I first made was a great failure.
By the demon’s hands I burned the library down in a torrent of fire. When the pact was broken and my own sanity restored I was forced to explain myself to the guard. It was easy enough to convince them of an accident; a book which had been trapped from long ago. While I fooled the guards and no fault was found, I could not tear myself from the prospect of finding more about this demon and others like him.
For years I studied the tomes of Flamekeep, finding more and more about the demons and other entities bound to the Flame; beings who I could bind to myself. Of course I realized that the other priests were becoming suspicious of my studies, thus I left Flamekeep and moved to the port of Stormreach almost three years ago.
The pirate haven has many adventurers and knowledge seekers passing through, and it proved a fine place for one with my ‘talents’ to do business. By this point I had been engaged in pacts with no less then three separate beings, all of which gave me incredible feats of power or skill. From the forces I could bind, I was able to fight with the strength of a demon, endure fires that would kill most men, and even partake is simple deception and espionage. There was never a shortage of business.
In the last few months I have been hired on by a rather eccentric old gnome by the name of Fimblejick Ugmot, a professor of the Korranberg University. He has been cataloguing the most fascinating of items, something which I am more then able to assist with due to my literacy in the tongue of giants. It has also given me time to return to my own ‘personal’ studies…