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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DND_Reborn" data-source="post: 7942029" data-attributes="member: 6987520">Here is his backstory:Morcolt was the student of the Sorcerer Vendimar since adolescence. He was befriended by the Sorcerer's daughter, Christona, and the two grew up closely. Vendimar intended for Morcolt to someday continue his practice and regarded the budding relationship as a good thing.Near the end of his studies, Morcolt made a horrendous mistake. While researching a tome on the Realm of Shadows, his barely heard chant reverberated with enormous power! As Christona walked into her father's study, a black streak tore through open the space, opening a rift before her, and a black mist reached from the nether region beyond, grasping Christona and pulling her into the Fell. She screamed for her father, struggling against the otherworldly force that held her.Her father stood nearby in horror, feverishly trying to dispel the errant magic to save his daughter. Morcolt reached for Christona, but in his eagerness to help he pushed the Sorcerer, ruining his spell.The darkness laughed! A deep, rumbling laugh. Vendimar reached out to Morcolt as the dark mist cloaked him in midnight. Morcolt held the Sorcerer's hand as tightly as he could, but the power that pulled on them both was too strong. His grasp slipped, only pulling Vendimar's ring from his finger as he was claimed by the shadows.The sinister voice echoed from the tear in space, "Served ME!"Morcolt reached for the darkness, hoping to grasp at the Sorcerer or his daughter. But, Vendimar's last act was a completing a spell that pushed Morcolt away, throwing him over a dozen feet and slamming him into a wall. He hit is head and collapsed, his vision blurring and fading to black--as black as the darkness that had taken his best friend.When he woke, it was night. There was no sign of them or the dark mist. Morcolt stumbled about, took a sip of warm wine that had been sitting on a nearby table for hours, picked up his chair, and fell into it. He glanced over at the tome he had been studying and placed his hand on it. "I will uncover your secrets, and I will find out what happened to my friends."A few years have passed since that horrible day. Morcolt still wakes to Christona's screams, his brow slick with cold sweat. He turned from his studies and learned of the Shadowfell and knows some force visits his dreams and quiet meditation. It lends its power to his magic and aids the forces of shadow he summons from within himself.His search has led him into the underworld of society, not far from the places he grew up in before Vendimar found him and lifted him from the dregs. He quests to find a way to enter the Shadowfell and discover the entity that took his adopted family from him. He hopes to find a way to bring them home.He was taking into the lands of Straud, and now he looks for a way into the Shadowfell or back to his own world.He started as Sorcerer (Shadow Magic) and quickly picked up Warlock (Hexblade) as well. He is quiet and brooding, lamenting his past. He fights evil and is almost vigilante-like. Now, he is very much combat-oriented, and looking ahead at the two classes, neither really fits the bill anymore. Although the 1st-level features worked well towards the concept, the Hexblade-Specter and Shadow-Hound of Ill Omen both don't fit at all. Gaining some more spells and other features aren't really important, either.So, I am not sure what to do. I will probably go to Fighter as I said before. We play tomorrow, so we'll see.</blockquote>

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