Pyroneses

I was born in a rather large Elothean village. When I was about five my parents sent me to join a guild in the nearby city and after much research I decided that the moon mage guild was the one I wanted to join and so I set off in search of the guild. After about a days travels I reached the guild and starting my way up the tower. After a little bit of trouble I reached the top and talked Kssarh into letting me join his wonderful guild.

Within a few years I had mastered the arts of controlling the shadows and had begun studying the arts of controlling moonbeams and reading the future. I decided it was time to go back to my village and find out how my parents where doing, and show off my all the secretive powers I had learned. So I packed my goods and set off for the village.

It was incredibly quiet along the way and I didn't see anybody I knew along the way which I thought was rather odd as the road to my village was usually quite busy. Getting a little suspicious I pulled some shadows around me and quietly stalked my way to the village.

When I got to my village I was horrified.  The place was totally destroyed! I could tell whatever happened was quite recent as some of the houses were still on fire and my house was one of them. I rushed over and managed to put the fire out using water from a nearby well.

After I had put out the fires I started checked the rubble for any survivors. Everybody was dead, I was horrified, yet I hadn't found my fathers body. Then I remembered the old shanty down by the river where I used to play as a child. My parents always told me to go there if there was ever any signs of trouble. I ran as fast as I could and when I got there the door was already open. I went inside and there, on the floor, was the dead body of my father with a large knife protruding from his back. Instantly my body filled with rage and as I stared at the knife it flew from my fathers back and straight through the door like it wasn't even there. Then, I heard a horrible screaming sound and saw the body of a Gorbesh assassin fall to the floor. The knife had struck him square in the head killing him instantly!

After properly burying the members of my village I tried a few experiments. If I concentrated long enough on something I could get it to move with but a thought. The more I worked at it the easier it became. I had telekinetic powers! In no time I learned to harness this great power in an instant and when I mentioned this to Kssarh he began teaching me other dark moon mage secrets of the mind.

That brings me to my current state. I have sworn an oath to destroy the one who burnt my village to the ground. I constantly train my mind as well as my body in the arts of war, always knowing that I must work twice as hard then my opponent if I ever wish to find and kill him.