Post by Lo'Thor on Mar 25, 2015 0:54:15 GMT -5
I don't think any of you know of Zaigans Backstory so...here.
I was born a human, trained under sects of my religious faith. I was chosen to be a knight of our religious cause...A protector. The training was rigorous but there is no choice. I am too worship my god and he is to protect me in exchange. At the age of 20 I left my sanctuary to fight for our cause in the land so distant away. I was told by these...these. People that these were the words of our god. Our righteous leader. They made me do terrible things. Things that no being should bare witness too.
There was a little girl, her name was Susan. She became quite fond of me; she always . She was an orphan girl. Taken care of by no one. She fed herself, clothed herself and sheltered herself. This was the life she was accustomed to. I treated Susan as my very own and soon enough I became the one who provided for her. No need longer must she be alone...by herself. One day she called out my name "Zaigan". She told me she wanted to be just like me. A strong knight, who one day sweeps a princess up off the streets and cares to them.
One day she cried to me, she told me tales of the priest and his hidden snake. She told me of how he held her; of how he told her to hold her tongue and that this was of the righteous god's command. She told me...he raped her. I prayed all day and all night long. God? Why have you forsaken this child? Why have you subjected her to these memory's that she will carry for the rest of her days? He replied to me that it was not of his own will. Evil comes in many ways and that of this way it was of the bishop.
I confronted the Bishop. He beckoned me to come closer.
"Zaigan if what she says is true. What actions shall you take?" He didn't even deny it...he raped her. My head hits the floor. A feeling or mortality surges through me. The lost feeling...and the lost emotion...Pain.
Woken up by a splash of cold water on my face. I was wrist and ankle bound to a cross. I was awaited to be sacrificed while she was to be beheaded. All she wanted to be...was just like me. And now she is gone. Taken away from me by this bishop. He took her away from me...he killed her. "She is just an orphan" he said. Is she more important than your god? All faded to black. As these were my final moments.
Or so I thought. Before my very own eyes Lathander,the god of birth and renewal. "Rise now my son, for it is not time to rest." He says "I grant thee another chance at life. Go forth and train, hone your new skills. For your new body is one of certain quality's. You must right the wrongs and purify the church in my name." I was an example, left to rot. Crucified. A holy soldier reborn into a divine heritage; Only known by one name. The Aasimar.
I was born a human, trained under sects of my religious faith. I was chosen to be a knight of our religious cause...A protector. The training was rigorous but there is no choice. I am too worship my god and he is to protect me in exchange. At the age of 20 I left my sanctuary to fight for our cause in the land so distant away. I was told by these...these. People that these were the words of our god. Our righteous leader. They made me do terrible things. Things that no being should bare witness too.
There was a little girl, her name was Susan. She became quite fond of me; she always . She was an orphan girl. Taken care of by no one. She fed herself, clothed herself and sheltered herself. This was the life she was accustomed to. I treated Susan as my very own and soon enough I became the one who provided for her. No need longer must she be alone...by herself. One day she called out my name "Zaigan". She told me she wanted to be just like me. A strong knight, who one day sweeps a princess up off the streets and cares to them.
One day she cried to me, she told me tales of the priest and his hidden snake. She told me of how he held her; of how he told her to hold her tongue and that this was of the righteous god's command. She told me...he raped her. I prayed all day and all night long. God? Why have you forsaken this child? Why have you subjected her to these memory's that she will carry for the rest of her days? He replied to me that it was not of his own will. Evil comes in many ways and that of this way it was of the bishop.
I confronted the Bishop. He beckoned me to come closer.
"Zaigan if what she says is true. What actions shall you take?" He didn't even deny it...he raped her. My head hits the floor. A feeling or mortality surges through me. The lost feeling...and the lost emotion...Pain.
Woken up by a splash of cold water on my face. I was wrist and ankle bound to a cross. I was awaited to be sacrificed while she was to be beheaded. All she wanted to be...was just like me. And now she is gone. Taken away from me by this bishop. He took her away from me...he killed her. "She is just an orphan" he said. Is she more important than your god? All faded to black. As these were my final moments.
Or so I thought. Before my very own eyes Lathander,the god of birth and renewal. "Rise now my son, for it is not time to rest." He says "I grant thee another chance at life. Go forth and train, hone your new skills. For your new body is one of certain quality's. You must right the wrongs and purify the church in my name." I was an example, left to rot. Crucified. A holy soldier reborn into a divine heritage; Only known by one name. The Aasimar.