3. Khel Khadaz

Khel Khadaz

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    The background of Khel Khadaz
    Played by Minion

    Khel Khadaz never knew his elven parents. He lived on the streets as a child and earned gold for his living by doing small dirty works for the local farmers and merchants, and sometimes by robbing. He wasn't very good at this though and mostly got noticed. If it wasn't because Khel's high inteligence he would have been dead long ago, but he was smart and was mostly able to talk the one he robbed into sparring him and instead letting him work for to repay the gold he took. This was the childhood of Khel. He did not even have a name at this time since his parents never gave him one and he didn't even know if they was alive at all.

    This was how he lived, until one day when everything changed. Khel was sitting in a corner in the village, with his stomage aching from lack of food and water. He had no gold to buy anything, and tried to figure a way to earn some gold. He was close to give up as he suddenly saw a robed man walking by. This man looked rich and Khel thought him an easy target for thievery. He sneaked up behind the man and noticed a well filled puch at the robed mans side. Khel took his rusty dagger in a firm grip and sneaked close behind to then try cutting the pouch from the mans belt. Before even being close to succed the robed man turned around and grabbed Khel by his throat and lifted him up. The mans hands was burning with strange blue fire and the flames burned the lower parts of his face. Khel screamed out loud in agony as his face was burned and his soft elven skin was turned into a disfigured terrible lump of flesh, far from beautiful.

    He passed out and was throwed into a world of dreams, terrible dreams of terror and anguish. When he awoke, he found himself in a bed in a dark room that only was light up by a couple of nearly burned out candles. He looked around and tried to figure if he was still dreaming or if he had survived. He lifted his left arm and touched his face, to feel for the burn marks. As his hand touched the uneven skin around the festering wound he screamed out and removed his hand. A scar he never will be free from, forcing him to always wear hood and cover his lower face with a cloth. After having screamed he can clearly hear footsteps of someone comming running, and in comes the same robed man that Khel tried to rub before. When Khel recognises him he starts running towards a door, but the big door was locked. The robed man was just standing and watching quietly for a minute, before telling Khel that he meant no harm. The robed man told that he was the one that had almost killed Khel, but he also saved him and took him to his tower. He said that he sensed that Khels mind was strong and he had an important future, and that was the reason for him not to have left Khel in the street to die. The robed man told Khel that that he was a diviner, and that he had need of an aprentice. Khel still remembers the words the robed man said: "I shall name you Khel Khadaz, and you will be my aprentice wether you wants to or not. If it wasn't for me, you would still lurk in the streets like a stray dog. You have potential, and I will see that you not wastes them. I give you two choices. Be may aprentice and serve me for the rest of your life, OR, die a most painful death". Khel had little choice but to become an aprentice, and so he did.

    Khel never learned what his masters name was, but he became like his father, not the nicest father. But at least he gave Khel a purpuse, a place to live and lots books to study in the library. He never really liked his master, but served him well and studied the arcane arts as a faithful aprentice. The robed man was an elf just like Khel, and he taught Khel to speak good elven which was important, because many of the books in Khels masters library was written in elven. The years went past quickly and Khel grew stronger and learned much.

    Khel spent day out and day in with his nose burried in old tomes. When he was around 30 years old, he was given a task by his master. He was to study some old dwarven artifacts and translate the runes inscribed on its surface.
    He started to study the dwarven language. First he had to go out in a nearby village and seek out someone with knowledges of the dwarven runes. He searched for several weeks without finding anyone. But one day as Khel sat at the tavern a dwarven traveller entered. Khel took the chance and offered the dwarf an ale, in exchange for some of his time. He accepted the offer and Khel described how the situation was, and that he wanted the dwarf to be his tutor in dwarven. After having negotiated the prize over a couple of ales, they at last came to an agreement of a monthly pay for recieving five lessons per week. Khel was also to pay for the dwarfs stay in the local inn during his time as a teacher.

    So after this the dwarf regualary visited Khels masters tower and taught Khel, at first the basics of the dwarven language, and later more advanced words. After about a year Khel had learned it pretty well. The dwarf left town with his last payment, and Khel continued to study tomes of dwarven lore and learned more and more. At last he was able to translate most of the legible runes on the artifacts and showed the result to his master. Khel passed the test and got inspired to continue stydying languages after having pleased his master with his result.

    He continued to read dwarven tomes and learned the language pretty well. This was but the start of his studies in foreign languages. Later he studied other languages in secret, without his master knowing it. He learned infernal and also abyssal by spending several year reading demonic tomes and also gained much knowledge of the creatures of the abyss. Khel was always very interested in the abyss and read a lot about the blood war between demons and devils. This was his great passion for many years, and it resulted in his current knowledges of infernal and abyssal.

    It was not before several years later as he started to focus on his masters great passion in divination. The rest of his time as an aprentice he mostly focused on the art of divination, but he also learned much about the other schools of magic. The spark of will that drove Khel through his studies in the divine arts, was his will to use his powers to find out about his past. He knew nothing of his elven parents, and his master refused to tell him. After having spent more than a century in the tower library Khel feared that he could learn little more by just reading.

    His will to see the world with his own eyes grew stronger for every passing day. He knew that his master would never let him leave, so he planned to escape unnoticed. This wasn't an easy thing to do because his master was a powerful diviner and knew exactly where Khel was all the time even without looking. He knew that he could never escape as long as his master was in the tower. He waited for months for an opportunity to leave. After having waited for nearly half year, he learned that his master was to meet a friend of him. Khel took his chance and persuaded his master to meet with the other one at the tavern. Khel promised to take care of the tower until his master returned. He was successful in this, and after his master having left Khel took what little he needed to leave, including food, clothing and of course his spellbook. He payed one of the local sailor captains to take him far away from town as fast as possible. He paid most of his gold to this captain and they left quickly.

    After having sailed in weeks land was sighted. The captain told Khel that this was the land of Narfell, and that's as far as his gold could take him. Khel arrived in the town of Peltarch and settled down there, eager to start a life of adventure and power. He lived with the hope of one day becoming strong enough to find out all about his clouded past.


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