Karel

Was raised by a secluded village of Forest Gnomes. Lived a boring, but relatively carefree childhood. At age 20, an elderly warlock appeared in the village, specifically practiced dark magics and necromancer magics (but on the surface told the village they practiced healing and protection magics). Foretold of an attack on the village by humans and Half Humans. Promised to teach a select few forest gnomes how to protect themselves, and their loved ones.Myself and my older brother Wrenn were two of the 4 Gnomes the Warlock took in.This Warlock took us and used a Demonic Circle Teleport spell to transport us in a pocket dimension before anyone was able to object, where they revealed their true magics. The warlock told us the truth. Their Patron, The Fiend (Asmodeus) demanded they train a new protege as this Warlock was getting weak, and was close to death. 2 of the Gnomes were very afraid, and attempted to run, but the Warlock wouldn't let that happen and cast Power Word:Kill, dropping the 2 Gnomes instantly.My brother, shocked with anger showing in his face, starred at the powerful Warlock, and attempted to speak as the Warlock walked towards him, and grabbed his shoulder, but all that came out was blood. Wrenn fell to the ground in a writhing heap, blood pouring out of his nose and mouth (warlock cast Foresight on Wrenn to see the future). Just as Wrenn looked to me, tears in his eyes, his head popped like a grape. (warlock cast psychic scream to kill him)I huddled in a corner, fearing for my life, as the Warlock came towards me.He spoke to me, and said "You'll do just fine. He likes the scared."     My life was threatened many times, and I had been physically abused and beaten more times than I can even count, but I was promised if I cooperated, my life would be spared. I was shown powerful and ancient spell books, with all sorts of dangerous spell, but also healing and resurrection spells.Knowing this warlock could teach me these powerful spells, and knowing he was training me to follow Asmodeus, I still decided to cooperated with his plan to hopefully resurrect my diseased brother.I spent years under the teachings of this Warlock, which I grew to know as Arannis. Even though I had been under his teaching for years, Arannis was still just as cruel in his ways, and at the 4 year anniversary of my abduction, I was beaten while I slept, tied up, and gagged by him. I awoke in the dungeon of his keep, surrounded by candles, blood, and living animals. This was the ritual in which I would be stripped of myself, and forced to follow Asmodeus.Arannis blood sacrificed the living creatures surrounding me one by one all while reciting Old Rites, and as each one died, a hellish blue flame erupted from the ground, turning the creatures to ash in an instant. As the last creature was turned to ash, a deep laughter, distant at first, but quickly growing in volume, was able to be heard. Within seconds, it sounded like the laughter was being pumped directly into my ears, driving me insane. Making me attempt to reach for anything in which I could kill myself with, just to make it stop. Just as I had started to wriggle my hands free to reach for anything, the laughter stopped, as did my immense need to die.   Just as I started to black out, in which I originally assumed that Arannis had cast another spell on me, I felt an immense burning sensation on my neck. I woke up in the forest. Were my village had been. It was destroyed. It seemed the only truth that Arannis had spoke of that day was the looming threat of an attack on my village. Buildings stood empty, broken, and abandoned. Bodies of my friends and families lay strewn across the forest floor. Just as I came to the conclusion that this was an act of war, I felt the same burning sensation on my neck. Inside, I felt the strange sensation of what felt like the gentle lick of an animal, however, it burnt. From the corner of my vision, I saw what looked to be a small tentacle, but it wasn't any tentacle I've ever seen before. It appeared to be burning, smoking, on fire. And just when I thought I couldn't bare the pain anymore, the same laughter came back, and with it, a voice. A voice that sounded dark, and sinister. And it said, "Go forth. Exact your revenge, at any cost. Kill whoever you must. Bring the downfall of mortal."I, however, had different plans. My only goal was to use the teachings of Arannis to bring good back into the world, and rid it of any evil that may lurk this realm.