Role

Chapter 1

Hetherian Vune? Who do you think that could be?

Scribed in the ruins of a small village lost in the depths of Silverwood,
this name appears on the wall of one of the villagers home with several words
insanely scribbled around it. Insane. Curse. Death. Revenge.

Hetherian grew up in this place, and his departure was not pleasant.

It all began in his early youth, when he was removed from the local school.
He was very competitive, even then often finding himself in fights and other
troubles with the local children.

He was insecure in many ways, but wanted to be the best. He wanted to be
special and find success in whatever he did. A desire to be remembered, that
was very important to him. Nothing inspired this more however than when he
would patrol the local cemetary in boredom.

The small hamlet offered little in entertainment, and these walks were
traditional to pass the time. The cemetary always made him think, the names
on the stones, the dates. That was all that was left of these people.

Their legacies were forgotten, their deeds but whispers. This troubled the
boy and he began to aspire to greatness.

He was troubled however to do this, since being expelled from the local
school. His parents found him a mage who lived further out solitary in the
woods to continue his education.

It was a long walk into the darker depths of Silverwood and the man was
strict and authoritarian in his style. Some say he was a former imperial
black magician, though these were just rumors.

From the tender age of twelve to his early adulthood he was tutored by this
man, who had other ideas of what a 'practical education' was.

Studies in magic, history and necromancy were his primary focus. The teacher
used his desire for rememberance and victory in life and ultimately in death.

The boy lacked patience early on as most young boys aspiring for power do. He
always tried to do more than he was capable of, a lesson he would harshly
learn.