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Chapter 7

Countless years ago a young impressionable Baqizr used to look north
to the mountains from his rented room in Voralia. Within his mind's eye
he picured himself standing tall and regal beside the legendary Tara'bal
who stands guard over the Fortress of Light. Maybe it was the wine or a desperate
need to to escape the thought of blood on his hands. Whatever the case he pictured
his future self as righteouss man, pure of action, pure of heart, dedicated to
such a noble cause. Armed with a harp and his wits his exploits would be the stuff
of myth and fairytales. A crusader of the highest caliber, the sort of man younglings
Baqizr devoted his life in the worship of Lady Jaguar Baerinika. As her spear strikes
so too would he strike at the darkfiends of Thera.

Countless times he made the rugged trek through the mountains to the ancient temple
where her followers worship. On bended knee he would pray with all his heart.
Hoping that she would give his new life purpose and meaning. Possibily absolving him
of his prior sins and giving her blessings on the new life he had made for himself.
Yet nothing of her came of his prayers, no matter how or when he prayed all was
silent.

Slowly doubt began to creep within his mind. Murdered, thief, liar. Baqizr Al'Hamid
was all of these things, what a fool he was to come here thinking one of such righteouss
cause would look on him favorably. No matter how much he changed the sins of his past
would be too much. Downtrodden and with his spirit broken Baqizr made the journey
back to Hamsah. For a week straight he drowned himself in the bottle, slowly the seed
of doubt and violence planted itself in his brain once more. The voices within gained
a stronger foothold. Baqizr was still committed to his new life but his spirit was broken.

That is when she first came to him. Pale skin, pale lips and a body to man any man
swoon. Neltouda, Captain of adventure and spirit she was called. Her arrivial brought
hope of new future. One free from the pains of his past and struggles of morality.
So simple she made it sound, write a new chapter, a new verse in life. Let go of the
past. Baqizr wanted to believe it could be done, but slowly he he began to realize
he was being led astray. Did she not think he had tried to let it go? He could accept
the nightmare of his youth, even the slaughter of his own family in rage. The voices
however had a mind of their own, they didn't stop simply because he asked, no new
chapter would stop their whispering for violence and hate.

It was when Zhenyen, a dark-elf summoner of things not from these planes came to the
Fortress a place he had named as home for many years and made a few lasting friendips,
did he realize that the Lady Neltouda had no place in his life. Staring at the
drow with hate as she commander devils and elementals to slaughter the watcher he
noticed the ink on her skin. A tattoo of a storm cloud, the mark of the Captain.