Role

Chapter 7

Corilanth does not know where he was born.....his parents, family heritage,
all lost with time. As long as he can remember though he has been on his own,
with only vague memories of those who cared for him until the age of seven
or eight. Not the strongest person, and fearing direct conflicts, corilanth
never resulted to stealing or killing other people to survive. For most of
his younger years, he lived off killing animals...cats dogs..even rats.
Because of what he ate to survive, he never grew to be big and strong. As he
grew older, Corilanth not only killed his prey to survive anymore, he was
fascinated with it. He began to study the bodys, their anatomy, even began
experimenting with new ways to kill them. It was then he realized whatever he
path he would choose in life, there would be death and destruction along the
way.
The time came in his life where Corilanth killed a man. A ranger by the looks
of him, came across the act of Corilanth desecrating an animals body in
study. The ranger was enraged, and attacked. Corilanth fell backwards, the
force of the rangers body striking his with great force. When he got up, he
saw the ranger had fallen on his knife, or perhaps he had stabbed him. He was
unsure. Then, as curiosity grew, he began to cut up the fallen rangers body,
examining this body part and that. Taking his knapsack, he found enough coins
to survive a while, and a small orb, wrapped in black cloth, covered in runes
of ancient magic he could not understand. putting the small orb in his
beltpouch, he finished his study, finding great pleasure in it, and went on
his way. Taking the coins, he went to the necromancers guild in a city
nearby, and paid to have his potential in the dark arts tested. The
guildmaster told him he had vast potential, unimagineable even, and enrolled
him in the guild. Corilanth was pleased, and
began to study the ways of death, knowing big things lie in wait for him.