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Chapter 1

A tortured past
Added Mon Aug 27 18:37:52 2012 at level 15:

Baqizr Al'Hamid was born to the streets of Hamsah. What little he remembers of his
childhood was one of poverty. His mother was an opium addict who turned tricks to support
support her habit. His father could be found performing at various taverns when he wasn't passed
out drunk in the an alleyway. At the age of 13 his degenerate parents sold him to the Empire
to be used as a slave. A 10 year nightmare that haunts his dreams to this day began.

His master was a wicked man, often returning to his chambers covered in blood with prostitutes
in tow. Baqizr was always forced to watch the sex acts that took place. His master was sadist
and often times killed the whores during his passions. It didn't end with being forced to
watch however, when Baqizr turned 16 his master took a special liking to him. Baqizr cried
himself to sleep everynight, praying to whatever god would listen to please end his life and
the misery. The inappropriate touching and rape weren't the worst of it. Whenever his
masters conquest did not go as plan Baqizr was an easy target for his anger and suffered the
brunt of it often. He would whip the boy and cut him for his own sick pleasure. During a paticularly
brutal session, his master was high on battle and drunk on ale. He has acquried a new knife
that day from the corpse of one of his victims and decided to see just how sharp it was by
using Baqizrs face to test it leaving a huge scar. Years of endless abuse turned the once
innocent boy into a hard man who learned to ignore the pain and torture with a smile on his face.

After 10 years in forced servitude it seemed as if his prayers were finally anwsered.
Unfortunately not ending in a quick death and he had desired for countless years. His master
was taking a trip to Seantryn Modan for some business dealings. They departed the Imperial
Lands and as they made their way through Balator, a war party of men with heavy armor,
flaming blades that screamed of glory for the light swarmed them. Two paladins called pillars
of fire from thin air searing the flesh off of his master and igniting the wagon that Baqzir rode
in the back of. During the chaos of battle the slave was able to slip unnoticed out of the
wagon. He ran until he thought his heart would explode.