It was a cold, gloomy day outside the gates of Undercity. Kelesar decided that it fit his mood anyway. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he had been transformed by the scourge. He had been away, studying his healing spells and searching through his alchemy books for something that might reverse the effects of the scourge. He had searched and searched until he couldn't see straight, and finally decided to try again another day. The smell of smoldering wood and flesh had been the first sign that anything was amiss. What he saw would be burned into his very soul forever. The Scarlet Crusade had laid waste to his village, and torched everything in sight.
The loss of his family had created a dark, destructive place within himself. He had chosen then to
commit himself to the power of the shadow, to bring destruction to those that would threaten him.
In the years since, he studied anything he could get his hands on that could be used to kill, even gaining knowledge in the ways of the light to heal himself while reigning death on others.
Revenge had taken its toll on him through the years. and could only feel sorrow and the exhaustion of years of violence on his body. He sat and put his head in his hands. Can an undead die again? he asked himself. There must be something left for him out in the world. His dark whelpling, Shadowfang, sat next to him quietly. He had found her while out searching for the crusade, and she had been his only companion for such a long time now.
A voice brought him back to reality. He slowly brought his head up to look around. It almost sounded like music. Music...in the Undercity? He decided to find out who dared to disturb his silence. He was shocked at what he saw as he peeked around the corner. There was a group of entertainers playing music and performing assorted acts. In a dazed stupor, Kelesar could just stare as the performers sang a beautiful ballad to those that wished to listen. He choked back tears he didn't realize that he still had. Could there be more than revenge and bloodshed left for me? What could I possibly contribute to such a group? Perhaps this group, this Cirque, could teach me how to be a person again. But would they accept a forsaken? Of course not, he thought sadly.
Kelesar sat down and closed his eyes, lost in the forgotten beauty of the singer's voice.
The loss of his family had created a dark, destructive place within himself. He had chosen then to
commit himself to the power of the shadow, to bring destruction to those that would threaten him.
In the years since, he studied anything he could get his hands on that could be used to kill, even gaining knowledge in the ways of the light to heal himself while reigning death on others.
Revenge had taken its toll on him through the years. and could only feel sorrow and the exhaustion of years of violence on his body. He sat and put his head in his hands. Can an undead die again? he asked himself. There must be something left for him out in the world. His dark whelpling, Shadowfang, sat next to him quietly. He had found her while out searching for the crusade, and she had been his only companion for such a long time now.
A voice brought him back to reality. He slowly brought his head up to look around. It almost sounded like music. Music...in the Undercity? He decided to find out who dared to disturb his silence. He was shocked at what he saw as he peeked around the corner. There was a group of entertainers playing music and performing assorted acts. In a dazed stupor, Kelesar could just stare as the performers sang a beautiful ballad to those that wished to listen. He choked back tears he didn't realize that he still had. Could there be more than revenge and bloodshed left for me? What could I possibly contribute to such a group? Perhaps this group, this Cirque, could teach me how to be a person again. But would they accept a forsaken? Of course not, he thought sadly.
Kelesar sat down and closed his eyes, lost in the forgotten beauty of the singer's voice.
