Got my char now accepted and post in below. Need to spend the gold for my char, likely get couple of scrolls.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright"><strong>Characther Sheet</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2371214)<br/>(https://64.media.tumblr.com/4677953f09eccbcb3b77853126721181/64ddc60ad98dd4f7-a6/s500x750/3157d32da4e648a6cefcceafa120adf788447812.png)</div><strong>Aran Goldsand</strong>starts with slavery, albeit not in manner how most such tales start. It starts simply slavery of his mother, whom he never knew nor that was she elf or half-elf caught by raiders of Zakar. His father though he did learn name and identity; legion commander<em>Talan "reaver" Talonbreak</em>. One most renown swordsmen in Zakar, former gladiator champion slave who rised high in ranks and earned his freedom by blood and guts spilled in arena and then joined legion and swiftly rised in ranks thanks his prowess and quick mind for battle.<br/><br/>Once he was born, his father sold him as babe merely half a year old, just long enough move out from breast feeding from mother's embrace basically. Name known only thanks he read it himself years later. There was however unique circumstance which led this sale to good fortunes; as he was sold to middle-aged merchant who had gathered fortune in his life along with wisdom and experience as a merchant. But he had no heirs, as he was eunuch thanks his own origins as slave who rised high in Zakar society. So he wanted pass his wisdom and some his experience to fellow child of misfortune, to be carrier of his legacy.<br/><br/>His adoptive father was<em>Remir Goldsand</em>, a human man who had made good in working in Guild as a caravan runner. But age had finally settled in and he no longer was able to travel as he did before and thus handle negotiations in person as he did in behalf in interest for others. So he raised Aran as he would had his own child. He was openly honest about his circumstances and over time Aran holds no love or interest to either to his biological parent; Remir being one who matters most to him. He was quick learner, learning various skills rapidly and was determined to make a mark, perhaps much larger, than his adoptive father did on Zakar's merchant guild (or be more than merely being merchant). Remir still lives, albeit venerable state and is attended by medicine skilled maids in every daily need while Aran has started do same trade his father does; be negotiator and caravan master for hire those with more wealth but lacking interest risk their lives and hides in traveling and negotiating. He has become good in that line of work, yet desires more than be middle man for someone higher than him. His ambitions going beyond his stature.<br/><br/>Despite his own and Remir's origins, he has no plans rebel or disregard slave trade. It's unfortunate such trade exists but it exist as there is demand and desire for it in Zakar and some other parts in world. In his end he plans to be responsible slave seller and owner, always check slaves are healthy and not abused or punished beyond fair reasons. One vice which he has developed, was acquiring rare or unique items and goods in his travels and in trade. Historical items. Go even extreme lengths acquire them if need be. Hoping someday own a collection large enough open a museum.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tale how he became warlock (secret to all except GM)</div><div class="spoiler_body">In one his journeys across desert, his caravan was assaulted by raiders. Lots of them, no chance to to win he told everyone his caravan grab supplies and run different directions, better chances for survival all to equally if they split in small groups. However none joined to him and he was chased by raiders, excepting capture him and ransomed for gold. While running raiders, suddenly desert mirage shifted and revealed a small mountain, with cave. With hopes he ran inside and inside he found a stairway leading to underground. At bottom of the stairs laid a chamber, inside chamber chained in pentagram laid dark angelic beauty (https://64.media.tumblr.com/96f76e8de5aa2cfecf4e8b41d976bebd/tumblr_pbyp100dLm1vdv3kqo1_1280.jpg) who alluringly called to him, on her knees, offering her body for his desires and begs him claim her and ensure her protection from raiders.<br/><br/>But as cunning merchant Aran knew there was something off in the situation, studying the walls, floor and architecture and seeing woman could not gross borders of golden pentagram he called on her bluff and asked her speak plainly. Woman, seeing man not falling scowled first but then with smile told she could remove the illusion barrier from her home, let raiders find him and torture him for her amusement and then kill more gullible men in way how she prefers. As she is after all wanting consume their life force to help invigorate her. As she thirsts drain life force from mortals and hoping drain enough energy able overcome the pentagram which keeps her imprisoned.<br/><br/>Aran saw opportunity here and he replied to her she could do that, but short gain she would only get just few raiders and rest would not come. Have then corpse of one merchant warn possible future men or women who wander to her den. Offering instead alternative; he could become her dealer which offers mortals, at least those he views wicked, as meals to her and perhaps even seek way undo the pentagram she is bound to if she ensures she does not turn on him or anyone who he cares for doing so. Intrigued, the woman introduced herself as <em>The Fallen</em>, not give her name, as that title suits as well Aran calling her a <em>Mistress</em>. She told she was once a divine herald, a archon, to one gods which have been forgotten and for her crimes against her patron she was imprisoned, forever, on that cave which once was guarded by monk guardians and huge monastery around it. But all have erased over time various conflicts and wars. She has overtime developed bit influence around her prison, hide it with illusion, uncover it and do other minor lures to call travelers in and then try lure them cross the pentagram so she can devour their soul and life energy.<br/><br/>Woman, intrigued by proposal asked; "What you desire in return for this service? Besides my mercy not kill you and those you care about?" Aran then replied; "Power Mistress, power to become great man, magic to aid me become such." Aran had read about ancient pacts what some casters had done to gain power, overall arrangement with The Fallen sounded okay to him and unlikely she frees herself during his lifetime. However what she said next chilled him; "That case, I ask bit trust on you. Cross the pentagram, let me embrace you and thus seal the bargain and the pact as agreed on those terms." Aran chuckled and replied; "Is there no other way Mistress? I feel you may just fool me cross it when initial attempt failed." The Fallen smirked and said; "Same could be said from you; you could run off with my granted magic and do none of the agreed things. I need proof of trust from you, and need proof from mine as well if you desire to make a pact with me."<br/><br/>Hesitant, Aran decided to gamble, like all great merchants do at times. He entered inside pentagram, woman not slashing or attacking him. Only smiling, caressing his arms, shoulders and pulling him into kiss...which inflicted him both intense agony and pleasure! Nothing ever has, nor never will, to the influence of the kiss! He felt both dying but yet more alive than he ever has been! Heights of bliss falling down bottomless despair! He felt she tugged, fondled and ravages his soul! But same time, tiny tear on his soul by her soul rending claws, she replaced with spark of power. Potential, in him. Once kiss done, the intense sensation ending but same time leaving him with hunger, eternally unsatisfied hunger to experience such thrill of life and death combination anew. Then once trust established, she told him how lure raiders in, hide him then on behind illusion once he's in chamber and she deals the raiders.<br/><br/>And she did, once raiders spotted him, he ran downstairs and then as raiders came they were dim witted enough enter pentagram, all five virile men went to seek ravage her but in end she ravaged them. She slowly, tortuously slowly, drained them from soul and life and even if they knew and felt she was doing it on them, they could not stop ravaging her and accept her attentions. Even when they collapsed on ground, unable move she ravaged them one by one until final gasps and final lingering mist of soul she had devoured. Sight both frightening, but yet same his hunger thirsted devoured like that, perhaps as he is old or when he wants to die. Developing growing adoration to the heaven cast out monster.<br/><br/>Aran was then educated on his powers, spells and lore of magic by her and then Aran departed and has since occasion guided a someone wicked with false treasure map, rumor or guided even rival or two into unfortunate end. Mistress gives her thanks always in dream, give once more taste of the dark bliss as reward and his powers growing or occasion just lesson in magic and ancient lore how things once were or were find some ancient treasures she remembers. Slowly deliver promise she agreed deliver to Aran.</div></div>