Serghor

Aasimar Cleric (Arcana)

Soldier

Raised and trained as a warrior to serve in the army of Glorium, Gate city of Ysgard, Serghor never questioned his place in the multiverse and his loyalty to his comrades and generals. The army was everything for him, his shelter and his purpose in life. 

The memories of the last battle of Serghor are stained with the crimson of the blood of his fellows. A veritable force of demons engaged at the gate of the city of Bedlam. Serghor awoke in a dull winter morning, a demon horn piercing his chest, all around the festering corpses of his friends and leaders. 

Somehow he survives, weak and ashamed, and started the journey to return to Glorium. He then fell prey to some bandits that sold him as a slave to a wizard, searching for some subjects for his experiments. The time spent in the hands of the wizards was a continuous nightmare for Serghor. He prayed, begged his gods to help him, to relieve him from his pain. But the gods didn't listen. 

The wizard, whose name Serghor does not even remember, eventually fell prey of his own hubris. Summoning magic he could not control, the man was consumed by otherworldly flames. Serghor, broken and almost mad, freed himself and escaped the wizard’s abode. Lost, he wandered the Outlands, his faith shattered and his will broken. Eventually he found its way to Sigil, and started to revere the only true power that has somewhat comes to his aid in time of desperate need. Magic itself.

Then he joined the Athar. He commited to his faction as he committed to his army in his previous life. He believes the essence of magic that runs through all the multiverse is the only true force to fear and respect, and gods and man alike have to kneel at it. He despises wizards the most and all the other scholarly mages, while sorcerer are, in his eyes, blessed beings, touched by the real essence of the multiverse.

Tarabas Rabaq

Fire Genasi Bard (Valor)
Charlatan

 No one knows how and when the efreeti blood encounter the Rabaq family line. The parents of Tarabas, primers from the city of Lankhmar, were forced to leave their hometown upon the birth of their peculiar child. 

Tarabas’s father, Caslav, was a very gifted musician and poet, and they flee to the city of Sigil, under the patronage of Estavan, Merchant Lord of Sigil. There the young Tarabas began studying music and poetry under the guidance of his father. Tarabas’s mother, Nevara, never gets used to the strange life in the City of Doors, and passed away caught by a fever a few years after their arrival. 

He and his father began to grew distant, and the teenage Tarabas began to scour the street of Sigil, finding unpleasant companies. He got in touch with Rule-of-Three, a fiendish swindler. The honeyed tongue and the charming smile of Tarabas were exploited by Rule-of-Three for his frauds. He taught him the art of forgery and disguise, selling faux relics and holy artifacts to Sigil’s high society. They posed as beggars, pious acolyte, learned scholars and exotic merchants. The association with Rule-of-Three definitively decided the separation between Tarabas and his famous father. 

 Upon reaching adulthood, Tarabas’s father died and he began to consider again his life and his purpose in the world. He parted ways with Rule-of-Three and start again to study and perform, continuing the legacy of his father’s art. He also joined the Society of Sensation, lured by their way of thinking and finding their beliefs very well suited for his personal view of the life and the multiverse. 

From time to time he indulges again in the old habits, more as a test of skills and wit, than for profit. He likes to enthrall old ladies and fat merchants only for the sheer pleasure and amusement of his cleverness . Even now however the shadow of his father’s grandeur prevents Tarabas to enjoy his new life to the fullest. No matter what he does, it's never good enough. He cannot help but see in his victories many little defeats and failures. If he was stronger, smarter, faster, or more powerful, maybe he could be better. However, stuck in his father’s shadow, Tarabas always feels destined to failure.

HERE you can bask in his wittiness.

Death (session 12): Frozen by a cone of cold spell cast by the half-elf Kayle, a Mercykiller mage