Below is a list of all of the backstories of party members. Punt is compiled here as well, for reasons you will all learn later on in the story. The short hiatus of my postings were because I had to wrangle, compile, and edit all of these backstories into one legible post. It was harder than you might think. Enjoy reading about all of the main characters featured in this campaign!
Argunijin, played by Canute
Argunijin of the Noyakin Clan, was born the first son of the chieftain. From the moment he could walk, he was taught the way of steed, bow, and spear. To dream of death on horseback.
He showed promise and was seen as the rising star of their clan. He was married to a woman from a neighboring clan, Alaqa of the Buryats, whom he loved dearly and was with child before he was taken from his homeland. When he was taken, he remembered that he was thrown from his steed when a spear struck him and nearly ended him during a raid he was conducting. Instead, he was knocked unconscious and was captured. If his captors had known his worth, they would have no doubt ransomed him for a hefty price, but of course, they did not. And so, they sold him to a Nord slave master who would then sell him on to another master in the Karian Empire.
A merchant who he labored for for one year was his master. The man was indifferent to his suffering right up until Argunijin saved his life during a bandit raid while in a caravan. In return, Argunijin was freed and given some equipment before he left on his way. He worries immensely of his clan's wellbeing, especially his wife's. He does not know where he is, all that he knows is that he is very far from home, and he has to worry about surviving right now until he can think about the long journey home.
He is a gigantic Wildling, with long black hair and olive skin. He has brown eyes and a mustache. He weighs almost three hundred pounds and towers over the party at over six foot ten inches. He has a serious demeanor and often does not take jokes well. He is intimidating.
Thalyros, played by voidTownB
“To you who all will raise on high,
Stillborn and yet still you were born.
With meagre body no less divine,
The one who none shall ever scorn.”
“Ballad for the Reborn God” Stanza 4, by Hogan Half-Hand
Thalyros was born along the border of the Karian Empire and the Khosic regions. Nobody knows what town he was from, although there were a few that haven't been accounted for in that area since that time. Due to this, no record is shown of his birth, or who his earthly parents were.
Born in the meagrest of conditions, he was raised as a king by those who dared believe him to be Anubus. Brought up to live not in excess, in the case that he wasn't Anubus. Yet the fanatics around his birth had no doubts in their mind that he was truly Anubus himself. God of the good, sent to regain the balance of the evils of this world. Came back down to conquer those foolish heretics!
No one, least of all Thalyros, knows when he was evicted from the enclave he was kept in. From there he went on to journey through the lands, using his natural abilities and connection to faith in order to stay living. He went from settlement to settlement, not finding any respite from the heckling of the crowds. The first time he was not cast aside is now, where they are reaping the benefits as we speak. May he last forevermore.
Gunbu, played by Lop
Gunbu, daughter of Temülün, was born beneath a thundercloud and bathed in the smoke of her mother’s fire. Her mother, chieftess of the Red-Tooth tribes, ruled not by mercy but by omen, and so the child grew up listening to the tongues of flame and storm. By the time she could walk, Gunbu had already begun scratching signs into the dirt; marks no one had taught her, spirals that made beasts whine and hunters bleed from the nose. The crones whispered that the spirits marked her, though none agreed whether for greatness or ruin.
As she grew, she became a runecaster of rare and terrible insight. Her craft was not one of gentle augury but of command. She carved runes into bone and bark to bind what ought not be bound. Her mother feared her, though she called it pride. In secret, the chieftess sent warriors to test the girl’s strength: none returned. It was said that their shadows served her still, whispering secrets from the corners of her tent.
When the Empire’s traders came riding through the ash plains, Gunbu read their fates in the smoke of their cookfires. She saw towers taller than the hills and a thousand arms moving in unison. A world fat for the taking. One night, she vanished from her tribe’s circle, leaving only a ring of scorched earth and her mother’s severed talisman hanging from a tree.
By dawn she had crossed into the borderlands, bearing her runes and her mother’s name like twin curses. In the Empire, she is just another Wildling, a wanderer who speaks to stones and drains meaning from men’s words. Some say she seeks power enough to rewrite the tongues of gods; others that she simply wants to watch every empire burn, beginning with her own.
Levius, played by Neon
Levius was born in Orisborg without much status to his name. His father was a part of the city Militia, which helped at least cover the expenses of his family. It was a simple life that he would get to enjoy over the years. His mother on the other hand was a baker that worked at a shop nearby his home. He would come to learn to cook quite well like his mother, taking after her as his father would come home, sometimes reeking of liquor after a day of work.
Growing up in the city, it was riddled with people that came and went. To him, he loved to watch the gates as many individuals from all over the region come to trade goods. The wonders of the outside world had always plagued his mind, as many would also be called adventurers that went on these epic quests into the dangerous world to acquire magical artifacts of legends.
Levius himself was more of the curious sort, learning different aspects more easily compared to the other children that he grew up with at an early age. He was also able to speak a little more fluently that most came to his naturally for favors or just to hang around. It was natural for him to take the lead or plan out the day of fun.
When he reached the age of ten, he would have his father come teach him the basics of combat. How to fight with his fists, basic swings, and even some kicks. A man should be able to swing when needed to protect himself, as he basically punched him a few times with a black eye to show for it.
His father considered him a natural with how quickly he was able to fight, of course, he wasn’t very strong compared to other children. So he had to be careful when it came to some street brawls that would take place that this tender age. Guys trying to show off against each other, it was a natural instinct to compete with one another. He favored skill over brawn, which worked some of the times until he dealt with larger children that much more brawn or ganged up on him. Boys will be boys!
Twelve years old, he had become more developed that his father had allowed him to have his old training spear. Speaking heavily of its uses, it wasn’t flashy like a sword that he had seen a few travelers wielding. It was long with a blunt tipped end, since he wasn’t allowed to use a real spear tip until he was capable of handling this. Swinging it around, it was more prone to using both hands, but his father would tell him that he should learn to wield it one-handed as he remembered that his father had a shield. The two naturally assisted the other in combat, it was like bread and soup.
Things would take a turn for the young man, when he was around fourteen years old. His father didn’t come back one day, as they would later find out that he was killed near a skirmish between border nations. Learning that he had fought till his last breath with his shield and spear in hand. Which two years ago, he would have been blessed with twin, one boy and one girl. Taking it upon himself, he needed to help his mother out, but jobs were hard to come by at his age with the call for soldiers being drafted.
That was when he came across someone willing to give him work, in a female that was overlooked. She had a sly tongue, one that would open doors for him into some more shady aspects of the city. She paid well, of course, he was made to stand watch, learn to pick locks, sneak around as she had her talents from taking from those that had much to offer. She worked for a guild of sorts, she never went too much into detail as he was later introduced to some more of her coworkers. They sought him useful, it was about three years later that he would be a debt collector. One that could talk the money out of them or resort to more physical measures, he had his fair share of conquests as well. Plus, he had seen such strange creatures and objects that he had become fond of the oddest of things.
He would give most of his earnings to his mother to ensure that she was well taken care of. She would eventually find someone that could help provide for her, as he didn’t need to stay around all that much with the new family. Glad that she was capable of such a feat, which now at the age of eighteen. He was stuck within the walls of the city as he handled his role as if clockwork. Teaching the new recruits under him, he wondered if he would always be here. Standing near the gates like he did as a child, he watched many adventurers coming through now.
Did he have more to achieve? What would his father had said to him? Most likely drink away at the bar as he chuckled at the thought. To leave the walls? To see if he could ever make it, as he didn’t know what the future would hold. It might have been fate when another draft was called upon them, as the same attackers had reappeared that he would enlist with the Auxilia. Wondering if his father’s teaching would still be ingrained into him as he had entered into the small skirmishes for a year before the battle had ended. Traveling around, he found that he still had much to learn about this world to see what his worth might be, as everyone looked up to him… so could he really make a difference in this world? That would be yet to be seen, as decided to start his new chapter as an adventure to acquire magical artifacts.
Punt, played by Lop
Punt spent his youth under a forgotten name, a squeak in a rabble of roving child terrors; Apemen. People whose sneakiness, brutality, and perceived senselessness knew no bounds. They'd get high on the digestive fluid of cave salamanders which enabled them to stay awake for months straight in psychosis, dancing and finger-painting on caves while being psychopathic murderers by night, tearing their victims to shreds in wild freakish flashes. They ate the flesh of their victims, like the animals they were.
Once, while wandering the surface in a psychotic maelstrom of hunger for man-flesh, he was caught unaware by a slaver fearing for the lad's safety and was haplessly adopted. His benefactors ignorant to the truth of his ails, he spent months in a delirium from withdrawal of salamander fluid. The man who adopted him, however, was no better than the Apemen.
He marauded and slaved, stealing away from burning cottages with variations on booty about both shoulders. His heretofore burgeoning conception of person-hood was again diluted in the mob and chemically skewed to base, this time by the dragons of floral booze. In a waking coma, possessed by expectations and necessity, the feared slaver not yet known as Punt floundered blindly up the ranks - and bounties - culminating in a week long game of hide and seek versus the pitchforks he spent clinging to a tree, sucking rain off its twigs and sap from its bowels like the feeblest baby squirrel. Forced to the forest floor by an unrelated wildfire, he gave it up lightly and spent the next several years alone in a cell, shadow boxing, pushups, and disfiguring his face. During this time, he also vowed to himself that when he was free, and was no longer starved, that he would become as fat as a king.
The truth of the man's metamorphosis into Punt - the nature of his helmet, misplaced genitals, and harlequin fetishism - is unknown, occurring sometime in the muddled period following his departure from the cell, whether by release or escape likewise vied to speculation. Despite being a big guy, if you pulled his helmet off it would be extremely painful for him - in fact, he would die. Though in practice susceptible as any to the litany of afflictions vectored via the face, the flesh and bone of his head has blended to dark vapors as he senses, thinks, and speaks through a vacuum of decapitation.
Edge dulled both by castration (in the manner of a rambunctious cat) and by the newfound natural high of carnival mirth (in addition to decades of drug-induced brain damage), the inexplicable fat clown named Punt banded with a ragtag gaggle of fools as star acrobat and a freak. Eventually, however, through psychosis, he found himself once again lost. During this time, he was stranded alone in the forest. He doesn't remember how he survived. Eventually, he managed to weasel his way back into society, being hired as a thief for a band of merchants wanting to delve into a dungeon.
He cared not for the name of the dungeon, nor what was inside, only for their approval. They delved deeper into the dungeon, men dying. But Punt didn't care. He killed more and more for the audience. The attendees began to clap for him. He hoped they would clap forevermore.
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