Cerubus_666
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Alexcia Meskaab was born into a rather poor, although incredibly traditional, family. Nearly the moment after she was born she was betrothed to a boy six years older than her. He was in a much higher 'social rank' than her family. As soon as she was old enough to talk, her parents tried to train her into the perfect housewife. 'Tried' being the key word.
Growing up, she shirked almost all of her 'wifely' chores, only learning rudemntary sewing. Most of her happy moments were those playing sword fights with the boys in her neighborhood and hanging around her betrothed. As a result she remembers a happy childhood, despite the fact that her parents were almost constantly yelling at her.
When she reached fourteen, her wedding was set with her betrothed, who was now a rather handsome, blue-eyed, well-muscled 20 year-old man with an estate that tripled her parents'. Nearly a week before her dream marriage, she was informed by a court page that her wedding had been canceled, and that her love had decided to marry a woman of higher standing than Alexcia. This terrible news threw her into a deep depression, and, coupled with her pubescent state, awakened her to her dormant magical abilities. Alexcia put all her time into honing these abilities in an attempt to close herself off from the betrayal of her love.
Her parents were furious with the failed wedding, blaming Alexcia for its collapse. Her sudden obsession with sorcerery didn't help, either, and so her parents' threatened her to disown her. In response she took her things and left, making the descion to exile herself from her family. With no husband and no family, she attempted to join the King's Guard. Alexcia was told that she was 'sub-standard,' and was more suited to the job of town watchwoman. When she stubbornly refused to leave until she was granted a position in the King's Guard, she was thrown out of the bulding and into the streets. She collided with a halberd wielding man whom she would later recognize as her 'true' father.
This man, Dugen Stabideth, was a tall, lean mercenary who had been so for many, many years. His face was scarred and he was missing a few fingers, but he accepted the young and weeping Alexcia as though she were his own. They traveled far and wide, alone together, or with others; through thick and thin; freezing blizzards and baking lava pits, always by each others' side. The years passed, and soon Alexcia was an accomplished warrior. Always, that was, until he died of grevious wounds that he had sustained during a skirmish wth the undead. Seeing Dugen fall, Alexcia flew into a battle frenzy and slew the remaining undead. Rushing over to Dugen, she poured a healing potion down his throat, but was too late. He was cold and dead, his last heart beats long gone.
She wept over his body for hours, wailing her grief over her true father's death. As an after-thought, Alexcia took his signal whistel and wore it so she would never forget him. Picking up his halberd, she threw him over the back of their pack animal, a small donkey. She brought his corpse back to Syraea, where she intended to have a proper burial. There she found that he had left her all his possessions in his will, and was promptly tried for his murder on the grounds of personal gain. Found 'not guilty,' she was released a few months later, never knowing what happened to Dugen's body.
Alexcia took his last name as her own, using the money he gave her to train harder and learn more of the magical arts. She equipped herself as best as possible, then made an appeal to the Adventurer's Guild with the hopes that she could have revenge on the Necropolis where Dugen had died. She was refused the necessary funds and laughed out of the hall. This is where her story merges with the stories of others, and where their legend begins.
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Alexcia Meskaab was born into a rather poor, although incredibly traditional, family. Nearly the moment after she was born she was betrothed to a boy six years older than her. He was in a much higher 'social rank' than her family. As soon as she was old enough to talk, her parents tried to train her into the perfect housewife. 'Tried' being the key word.
Growing up, she shirked almost all of her 'wifely' chores, only learning rudemntary sewing. Most of her happy moments were those playing sword fights with the boys in her neighborhood and hanging around her betrothed. As a result she remembers a happy childhood, despite the fact that her parents were almost constantly yelling at her.
When she reached fourteen, her wedding was set with her betrothed, who was now a rather handsome, blue-eyed, well-muscled 20 year-old man with an estate that tripled her parents'. Nearly a week before her dream marriage, she was informed by a court page that her wedding had been canceled, and that her love had decided to marry a woman of higher standing than Alexcia. This terrible news threw her into a deep depression, and, coupled with her pubescent state, awakened her to her dormant magical abilities. Alexcia put all her time into honing these abilities in an attempt to close herself off from the betrayal of her love.
Her parents were furious with the failed wedding, blaming Alexcia for its collapse. Her sudden obsession with sorcerery didn't help, either, and so her parents' threatened her to disown her. In response she took her things and left, making the descion to exile herself from her family. With no husband and no family, she attempted to join the King's Guard. Alexcia was told that she was 'sub-standard,' and was more suited to the job of town watchwoman. When she stubbornly refused to leave until she was granted a position in the King's Guard, she was thrown out of the bulding and into the streets. She collided with a halberd wielding man whom she would later recognize as her 'true' father.
This man, Dugen Stabideth, was a tall, lean mercenary who had been so for many, many years. His face was scarred and he was missing a few fingers, but he accepted the young and weeping Alexcia as though she were his own. They traveled far and wide, alone together, or with others; through thick and thin; freezing blizzards and baking lava pits, always by each others' side. The years passed, and soon Alexcia was an accomplished warrior. Always, that was, until he died of grevious wounds that he had sustained during a skirmish wth the undead. Seeing Dugen fall, Alexcia flew into a battle frenzy and slew the remaining undead. Rushing over to Dugen, she poured a healing potion down his throat, but was too late. He was cold and dead, his last heart beats long gone.
She wept over his body for hours, wailing her grief over her true father's death. As an after-thought, Alexcia took his signal whistel and wore it so she would never forget him. Picking up his halberd, she threw him over the back of their pack animal, a small donkey. She brought his corpse back to Syraea, where she intended to have a proper burial. There she found that he had left her all his possessions in his will, and was promptly tried for his murder on the grounds of personal gain. Found 'not guilty,' she was released a few months later, never knowing what happened to Dugen's body.
Alexcia took his last name as her own, using the money he gave her to train harder and learn more of the magical arts. She equipped herself as best as possible, then made an appeal to the Adventurer's Guild with the hopes that she could have revenge on the Necropolis where Dugen had died. She was refused the necessary funds and laughed out of the hall. This is where her story merges with the stories of others, and where their legend begins.
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