Role

Chapter 2

1000 years later.

Lirozin Abdul-Hafiz was born the 13th son of the 13th son of the Sultan of
Hamsah Mu'tazz. His father, never close to being heir, was prone to lavish
strange expenditures using the wealth of the royal family. His father's
latest obsession was being a pirate and had raised his youngest son to speak
and act like a debonair swashbuckler. While commandeering boats of the coast
guard to use as his pirate ships he angered some real pirates who swore he'd
regret it.

Lirozin as a royal was raised to extravagance, trained in a hand to hand self
defense technique known to the bedouin as Dal Mak, and raised and trained
sleek desert horses and was most comfortable with a whip. He worshipped the
God Whiysdan only because he was born on the 13th day of the 13th month as the
13th son of the 13th son. His family always said Whiysdan had great plans
for him and would rub his head for luck, but he didn't really believe that
until the morning of his 13th birthday.

He prayed to Whiysdan that morning and said I hope you have big plans for me
Lucky Lord, when a voice spoke back in his head.

Happy Birthday lucky child, have no fear this day and a tortured soul may know
reprieve and redemption. All that will happen is the fate of the 13, keep
your joy and frivolity it will serve you well. The word thirteen echoing in
his head twelve times.

The voice faded, but the sense that something was missing grew in him.
Shortly after three pirates crawled into the window of his dressing chamber
and snatched him. He was so excited thinking that a grand birthday adventure
by his father, he never considered he was really being kidnapped.

The ransom note was sent out the moment he was taken, but his father's pirate
friends told him real pirates don't ransom, so he said no. Lirozin was then
sold to seemingly kindly drow slavers, it was all part of the birthday
adventure Lirozin thought.