Kelam Elfmoon, born in 1085, was raised in a quiet village, Hoveton, until the age of three. The village was attacked by drow from the House Elhovich; all of his family were either slaughtered or taken into bondage. The same was true of Kelam; because of his youth he was appointed to the care of the court jesters. This was for the simple fact that any food for the child could go to the child and not be stolen due to the fact that the jesters were mainly in the throne room to entertain the Mother of the house. She liked comedy and would always insist on new and exciting performances from the jesters. As reward for keeping her satisfied they were allowed a bit more freedom than other slaves. Kelam learnt an important lesson at the age of four. Although the "room" was not locked, the jesters were encouraged to stay inside. Kelam being a child and still not totally aware of his situation went looking for his parents. He found his father by crawling through a small whole in the cave network in which they lived. His father, Kaltor, was shocked to see his son, although emaciated and tired he ran to his son. Kaltor was a noble man but what he would do shocked everyone. He was too enthusiastic to find that his son was still alive and well, this was a mistake however because a guard heard the commotion and burst in to find Kelam in Kaltor's arms. As punishment for roaming the great halls at night, Kaltor was killed. Kelam, still young and unwise, knew what this meant and swore revenge. Only being four he couldn't do much so he waited. A few years later he practiced and performed with the jesters, he also learnt to play the guitar. He used these physical trainings to find a way into the matron's room at night, and slit here throat. In search of a small knife that wouldn't be missed he stumbled upon the house library. Now at the age of seven, Kelam was amazed at this sight and captivated by the books and wealth of knowledge here. Every night Kelam would sneak into the library after that to try and read these books. With a stroke of luck, one of the jesters was literate and allowed to writer down routines and plays and keep them stored in their "room". Kelam gained a bit of cunning and asked to learn to read and write from the old man. His case was that when he was performing a show Kelam could read up on other shows and there directions. With these basic literary skills he crept to the library not only to be in awe of the books, but also to try and read them. It was here he found out and learnt basic magic's. With an affinity for magic he practiced secretly, now with a new weapon to help in his vengeance. All this time Kelam was still searching for a small blade to cut the mothers throat but nothing was concealable, until he learnt how to shatter and mend a small object. Now with dust and scrap pieces of metal, he felt confident in his plan for escape and retribution. Now at the tender age of thirteen, a plan was hatched. Kelam was able to make rats go to sleep with his magic, but he never tried to use it on a person. This presented a problem; because there were always two guards outside the only entrance to the mother's room. Kelam knew that on a Thursday the two night guards had a deal in which one would sleep and the other keep watch and then change halfway through the night. The next Thursday the assault took place. Kelam crept to the hallway in front of the mother's chamber. Sure enough one of the guards was sleeping. His heart racing and beating so hard it is all he can here. Quickly he rushed up to the guard, which was awake, while his back was turned. He cask his spell to put the guard to sleep, it didn't work. The spell missed. Confused the drow turned around and stood there a second. Kelam panicked and cast his spell again, this time he put more focus into his task. The drow went down. Pulling the dust and scrap metal out of his pocket, shaking, he mended the rusty dagger and slit the guards throats. He tried the door to the chamber and to his surprise it was locked. He panicked, and stood there for a minute. It could have been more, but when he came to his senses he was huddled in a corner next to the door. With a sudden gasp of realisation he searched the bodies of the guards for a key. There must be one. Joy and anticipation came back again. He had found the key. He turned to the door and unlocked it. Slowly walking in, his hand shaking, he drops the dagger. Still scared and no adrenaline running through his body, he picked up the dagger. Climbed on the end of the bed and crept up to the mother. He looked at her face, peaceful and happy. She was so happy seconds before she died. The smile still on her face when she was found. Horror filled Kelam's heart and he wept. After a while he knew he had to leave now. Or he'll surely die. Knowing were guests come from while working in the great hall, he ran there. Picking up one of the guards swords as he went. Only fear in his mind he ran to the hall. By a large amount of luck the guard to the great hall was asleep, a mead bottle still in his hand. Panic setting in again. What if there are twenty guards outside that door? I can't take anybody out in a fight. So he took the plunge and opened the door slowly at first and the faster. He leapt through the doorway as soon as he could fit. As he jumped he knocked into a guard. Both of them were taken by surprise, especially the guard because of how young the escapee was. The guard was then also shocked by the fact that a sword was imbedded in his gut. Kelam could see a little light at the end of the tunnel. The moans of a dying man, and pleas of help from the drow stayed with Kelam. As a reminder of the anguish of his youth. And the joy of seeing his first sunrise in over ten years, the beauty of the sunrise reminds him freedom. Search parties were sent out but only small ones. The house was too busy morning Lady Elhovich, to take up the chase. Bloodied and covered in dirt, Kelam kept running for three days and nights and when he stopped he couldn't sleep because of the horror of what he has done. A group of scouts found Kelam crying in a ditch. Took the child in, fed and clothed him, comforted him, but treated him with caution. They were curious to know way he was blood stained and physically unharmed, so to speak. After hearing the story they went to the cave and liberated the slaves that survived the vengeance of the drow for the murder of the mother and the escape of a prisoner. Now with freedom he joined the nomads and adventures until they got to the town of King's Lynn. Here he stayed in an orphanage until the age of 16, when he joined a mercenary group as a combat mage. Still grieving for the loss of his parents and his adopted parents at the age of seventeen, he joined the "Order of Nemesis" as High Mage, cruising the seven seas in the Crimson Hand. With Malekei Ebonblade, the high incantor of the group, and the leader. It was here were the real adventures started
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