History

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be born into the family of one of the famed Hellriders of Elturel? If you are born a strapping young lad ready to follow in your mother and father’s footsteps to protect Elturel and fight from the front lines it’s a wonderful thing. That’s the way I was born. As strong as my mother and as wise as my father they used to say. I was ready to join the Hellriders to continue the family’s legacy but that wasn’t what the fates had decided for me in this life. Oh no indeed they had something far different planned. Fates… gods… whatever you want to call them it would be a lot easier if they would just tell you things out the gate instead of letting you have hopes right? Hopes and dreams that they likely take some sort of twisted pleasure in just smashed to smithereens.
I grew up fully intending to be a warrior as I mentioned above and that changed when I was around 12 years old. A group of us were out playing in the areas around the city ranging out a bit further than we normally would. We had all heard the warnings from our parents. It's dangerous out there, don’t wander into caves and all that but who were they to tell us what to do? As it turns out there was a good reason. During a rousing game of tag we were set upon by a group of goblins. Now where they came from or how they came to be there who knows but a group of 3 goblins armed with rusted swords and rotten armor went through our small group like a hot knife through butter. As I lay on the ground holding the sword wound in my stomach I felt the darkness of death creeping over me and my eyes drifted closed.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the middle of a small clearing where the shadows seemed to be longer than they should have been. The sun was shining. I could see it overhead but its light almost seemed muted somehow. That is when a beautiful woman dressed all in blacks and purples came into the clearing. I don’t remember all of the conversation but I remember we made an agreement for returning me to life. Though it would have a cost which at the time I didn’t know would be my physical strength. She also gave unto me a spear by the name of Nightfall that has been a constant companion even if it… has a mind of it’s own from time to time.
When I woke back up in the forest the goblins were still there rifling through our things and chatting in their tongue. Celestial fire ripped from my fingertips destroying them in moments which was great! I took a moment to get my breath and then stood up and rushed to my friends. Of the 5 of us I was somehow able to heal 2 of them but the others were lost. I kept expecting them to return as I did. The price for these new powers of mine quickly became evident over the next few days. My strength began to wane and my constitution with it as well. Where once I could lift and swing a sword with ease I was reduced to barely being able to wear much armor at all and only use the simplest of weapons.
With my physical side dwindling I poured myself more into my studies and quickly developed a knack for skills and learning. Apparently I had made a deal with some outer planar being which makes me a warlock. Which also means regardless of what I made the deal with, the paladins and lawful types don’t like me very much. I have found a decent living working through investigating crimes and the like that have to do with more obscure things. Demons, Devils etc etc or just something the local constabulary doesn’t want to work with. My mother and father still talk to me but they’re not happy with the outcome of things.