Ashokan

The metallic chunking of a pick-axe upon stone reverberates throughout the undercroft of the long forgotten temple. A lone man, tall and handsome, but grimed with a weeks worth of dust and soot, is furiously swinging away at an exposed pit of a stone wall. “Come on, just a bit further,” his breathing becomes heavy as he struggles against tired and sore muscles. With a one last mighty swing he breaks through the wall, exhausted. He slumps against the pile of broken shale to catch his breath and steady his shaking legs.
A minute later, he picks up a smaller piece of rock. He examines it, studying the fine chisel marks etched during its creation. Without thinking, his brain categorizes its form and function. “First century Netherese, mass produced, shipped from Acteon.” The man lets a smile drift over his face. His eyes go completely white as he channels his energy into the stone, causing it to emit a dull warm glow. He tosses it into the chamber, revealing the details within. The light dances across the surface of this previously untouched ante-chamber, revealing a stone slab sarcophagus. Another smile stretches across his face. “X never, ever marks the spot.” He says to himself quietly, as he makes his way cautiously into the newly excavated chamber. He picks up the stone and uses its light to examine the fine details of the wall.
After spending a good deal of time studying the various mosaics and glyphs the chamber has to offer, his notebook was filled with new sketches and notes. “Ok, moment of truth.” After taking a deep breath, he uses his shovel as a lever to lift the heavy stone lid off the sarcophagus, revealing a beautifully armored woman holding a sword in one hand a tome in the other. “The Red Warrior. At last!” He reaches down and takes the book, breaking a few of the skeletons fingers off with it. “I’m sorry, my dear, but your account of the fall of Netheril will fill in a lot of gaps, and help bring your peoples ancient tragedy to light.” Replacing the heavy stone lid, he begins to gather his things.
A raspy, throaty voice is heard in the last chamber. “you…disturbed…The Red…Warrior, now you must…die…” The man’s eyes go white again as he reaches into the outer planes, giving him the ability to see those who linger between life and death. Four, no five skeletons can be seen removing themselves from the interred state. The man breathes a deep sigh, overcome with emotion. Not fear, nor anger…but, pity. “I’m sorry, ancient warriors, that you have not been allowed your eternal rest. Let me guide you to the beyond.” His eyes go white again as a divine, sacred fire dances from his hand to the skeletons, reducing them to dust.
A while later, Ashokan is basking in the sun, leaned up against a tree, translating and reading the ancient text. Lost in the text he hardly notices as day slips to night and the symphony of the nighttime woods lingers in his ear.

Description

Ashokan is the adopted son of Tana Nevitash. He grew up with her and her husband in Breeze. After his sister’s death, he set out into the world looking for meaning and purpose.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

• Life. Everyone, until proven otherwise, deserves to have an enjoyable life.
• Knowledge. We can better every aspect of ourselves through education.
• Undead are abominations that need to be put to rest.

Likes & Dislikes

• I hope to find out who saved my life, and why.

Virtues & Personality perks

• Traps don’t make me nervous. Idiots who trigger traps make me nervous.
• I share what I have, with little regard for my own needs.
• If someone is in need, I never withhold aid.

Vices & Personality flaws

• I have a secret fear of some common wild animal—spiders.
• I give without hesitation, to the point that I often run out of necessary supplies or money.
• Hedonistic. Always pursuing pleasures.