10-28-2023, 07:47 PM
Meinhold is a Tiefling and orphan of the Street of White Roses in Bezantur. But he is not the normal type of orphan one finds on the streets. Let me tell you the tale of his youth while the story of his adulthood unwinds in the future.
His mother was, or so he believes, was a promising young apprentice, but not one of a family of power or that could provide her a semblance of protection. Once she was apprenticed to of a Red Wizard, they were told there would be no further contact with her.
While he was still young, he would see her a few times a year. It was then, that he would learn bits and pieces of his past from her in quick guarded moments. It is his belief that she was bound by the Master in a ritual summoning circle and given to a devil in some ceremony. Nine months later he was born. One of her hints was that master was trying to increase the power of his circle magic by the use his birth and growing him into a virtual slave for the circle. However, when at a young age he showed no real magical aptitude the master lost interest in the project and basically cast him out.
In desperation, his mother found shelter for him in a place that served soup to the poor near the Street of White Roses. It was here she hoped to hide him. A place where he might survive to grow up. Nor was it an area her master was likely to frequent, or so was her prayer. As the early years passed, she would send gold when she could not come in person. Then one day it all ended. She left with him one cold day with a quick kiss to the cheek and a hug. She said she would be back, but she never returned. Fortunately, by that time, he was old enough to run errands and deliver messages for Madame Pearl and other on the street. It was from the one that had been receiving the gold for his care, that he heard the rumor that his mother had not passed her master’s trial. But on the streets, there was another darker whisper. They spoke of her master trying again with a summoned fiend and that she died being foully used by the fiend.
So, he spent few years on the Street of White Roses and elsewhere in Bezantur learning to survive. It was not until sometime close to his 18th birthday that latent powers seemed to be forming. Vowing never to be a servant of one of the Red Wizards, he turned to the temple of Garguath for power and control of what was happening to him.
His mother was, or so he believes, was a promising young apprentice, but not one of a family of power or that could provide her a semblance of protection. Once she was apprenticed to of a Red Wizard, they were told there would be no further contact with her.
While he was still young, he would see her a few times a year. It was then, that he would learn bits and pieces of his past from her in quick guarded moments. It is his belief that she was bound by the Master in a ritual summoning circle and given to a devil in some ceremony. Nine months later he was born. One of her hints was that master was trying to increase the power of his circle magic by the use his birth and growing him into a virtual slave for the circle. However, when at a young age he showed no real magical aptitude the master lost interest in the project and basically cast him out.
In desperation, his mother found shelter for him in a place that served soup to the poor near the Street of White Roses. It was here she hoped to hide him. A place where he might survive to grow up. Nor was it an area her master was likely to frequent, or so was her prayer. As the early years passed, she would send gold when she could not come in person. Then one day it all ended. She left with him one cold day with a quick kiss to the cheek and a hug. She said she would be back, but she never returned. Fortunately, by that time, he was old enough to run errands and deliver messages for Madame Pearl and other on the street. It was from the one that had been receiving the gold for his care, that he heard the rumor that his mother had not passed her master’s trial. But on the streets, there was another darker whisper. They spoke of her master trying again with a summoned fiend and that she died being foully used by the fiend.
So, he spent few years on the Street of White Roses and elsewhere in Bezantur learning to survive. It was not until sometime close to his 18th birthday that latent powers seemed to be forming. Vowing never to be a servant of one of the Red Wizards, he turned to the temple of Garguath for power and control of what was happening to him.