Kai Kisuke
Birthed from a strict pair of fire genasi, Kai was destined to an ordinary life in the heat of the lake of
steam, or Arnaden. Which would amount to nothing but provide for his family and take care of his
parents as they got older and older, just to be forgotten and replaced by a younger generation. This,
however, would Kai come to realize, is not a life worthy of living. So before it was to late, he would
tell this to his parents, who would without a doubt be very disappointed but understanding in the
end. Armed with nothing but athleticism and a fanny bag, Kai just pick a direction on land and see
what’s out there.
Having been on the road for a while now Kai would be disappointed in finding that similar to his
home, most families live ordinary lives not amounting to much in the end. Time after time again, any
interesting place he would visit would offer no more of an explanation than that they got there by
sheer “hard work” and “dedication” to their steady job in the field or in the city. Listening to these
stories would make Kai almost fall asleep right there on the spot. Until... One day, when he had
replaced the hot air of his home with the cold breeze of the mountainside, he found himself at the
entrance of a large monastery engulfed with chants of elder monks. He would find himself in the
place, which would, unbeknownst to him, become his home for the next 5 years. He would soon
become enthralled by the fact that these elderly men had spent their whole lives admiring gods they
never met, seen or heard. He found it so peculiar to see them this dedicated, that he would decide
to stay for a while, to observe. Of course these monks were more than happy to provide food and
shelter to a young and vibrant soul.
The monastery, Kai would soon learn is mostly an ensemble of elderly men who used to be strong
fighters back when they were in the physical state to do so. They call themselves followers of the
order of the chosen, A collective of warriors, chosen by deities themselves to become
representatives of their power on the material plane. The names of these individuals used to be
shouted through halls of kings and palaces of emperors to feast and drink to their names, but now,
so much time has passed since the last sighting of a chosen, that their names lie dormant, buried
deep in forgotten archives, never spoken, not remembered.. Their statues lie scattered and
overgrown not having been touched by sunlight in centuries.
Kai would soon be obsessed with the Chosen, ultimately wishing to prove himself to the deities, so
that they may one day speak his name, electing him as one of their legendary chosen. This would
take a lot of training however, since he has not yet been trained in the martial arts. Luckily, he was
still surrounded by warriors of earlier times. If it would mean a resurgence in belief for the chosen,
they would gladly help Kai achieve his goal.
Sadly though, his training would be cut short... as one day, faerun would have been shaded by clouds
of suffocating mists, this spelled danger, and so thought the monks aswell. This is when they decided
to send Kai off, following the mountains to the western most part of the sword coast, just to head
north over the mountains when he gets there.
So armed with as much scrolls and books about the order as he could carry, with one last warning of
the elders to not turn back into the mists... Kai set off into what would have been the sunset, had it
not been clouded by the mists with one mission in mind: Prove yourself. And wouldn’t rebuilding
and expanding the following of the chosen be an excellent way of proving himself?
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