Hey there Scribes! This idea was brought to us by Alex. He wanted to play a rogue that got turned into an Undead after a run-in with a god, turning him into an actual Undead. Here is what we came up with!
Name’s life has always been a rough one, but he loves it! Name was born by two very popular bandits in a very large city. The couple was the two best thieves within The Empty Eyes. The Empty Eyes was a notorious gang that ran the shadows within the city. They were well known but the government never did much to stop them because they were working alongside them. The Empty Eyes routinely helped the powerful stay in power by rigging elections or just making someone disappear. Their numbers were small but powerful. The people of the gang were put through a rigorous vetting selection to even make it into the gang. Once in, every member had to have a special potion brewed by the leader of the gang poured into one of their eyes. It made the color of their eye disappear and turn a milky grey. They weren’t blinded but looked like they were, which gave them the mark of the gang.
Name was born into the exciting life of thieving and lived it every day. His parents used him in less dangerous missions, fitting him into small spaces and pickpocketing unsuspecting people. He loved it! It was adventurous, exciting, and fun! Although it wasn’t honest work, he enjoyed it.
Eventually, as the years past, his parents retired from the thieving business. This left Name to live up to their legacy. The leader of The Empty Eyes recognized his talent and recruited him to do a very dangerous but important job. The king of the city and some of his officials were found out to be involved in some drug use. The king came to the gang leader himself and begged them to take out the person who was risking to expose them. The person wanted money, but the king didn’t want to take the risk of them being around to spread the news. So, Name was assigned the job.
With the description of the man from the king, Name set out. For weeks, he secretly spied on the person, following their every move and learning their habits. The time had come for the man to disappear. After a long shift at a blacksmithing business, Name went in for the kill. But something happened that Name didn’t expect. He was suddenly struck across the head with a metal pipe and knocked out.
Hours later, Name came to in a dark room. He realized he was tied to a wooden chair and had a pounding headache. The man he was supposed to kill came into the room, smirking. “Oh, you’re awake, eh?” He growled. The man was the owner of the city’s best blacksmith shop. He was a gruff man, big and powerful, nicknamed Soot. He was close to some of the town’s officials due to his wealth. He was invited to the castle one day to have a get together with the king and some of the officials. The get together got a bit out of hand when the drugs were brought into the mix. Although Soot originally swore to keep it under wraps, greed took ahold. Soot threatened to reveal their secrets if they didn’t give him over 20,000 gold pieces.
“So, the king just thought he could send a killer after me and wipe his hands clean of me?” He asked, circling Name like a shark. “Pathetic! I’ve been watching you while you watched me! You’re not so slick.”
Name’s mind was racing. What do I do?! He thought, looking around the room for any sort of escape. Soot let out a chuckle that sent chills down his spine. There was no escape. There wasn’t anyone coming for him. His training had failed him and now he’s stuck!
“Too bad that you won’t be able to see our king’s reign crumble,” Soot growled. In a flash, a dagger pierced Name’s chest. A searing pain spread throughout his body as he let out a scream. The world slowly faded to black as Name slipped into unconsciousness. He knew he was dying and that this was the end.
In the swirling darkness of death, a voice whispered to Name. At first, it was mumbling but grew to a booming voice. “Name, I see you have fallen at the hands of your own fault. That’s okay, it was as it was meant to be,” the voice spoke, coming from everywhere but nowhere all at once. “But, I’ve been watching you for a while. Although you’ve lived a rough life, you love every second of it. It’s enlightening to see that,” the voice paused. “I have a deal for you. I will bring you back to life, giving you a second chance at life again. You must turn your life around and worship me, Kelemvor. But, it comes with a catch. To be punished for your crimes, you will become the thing you’ll hate most. Do we have a deal?”
Name thought about it but agreed. “And so it is done.”
In a flash, it felt like Name’s body was dropped from the sky and plummeted back to the ground. In a jolt, Name awoke. He was on the floor, wrapped in a sheet. He could hear a person moving around. He had no memories of his life but knew his own name, his undying worship to Kelemvor, and that this person by him needed to die. He sprang up with a quickness that wasn’t human and stood before the large man. He paled instantly and dropped his dagger.
“Impossible! What black magic is this?!” He screamed as he stumbled back. Name snatched the dagger and struck the man, killing him instantly. Name sat down and tried to recall what was going on. He knew that a god named Kelemvor came to him and offered him a deal he couldn’t resist. He had no idea what it was, but he took it. He knew that he needed to worship the god to repay the enormous debt he now owed Kelemvor. I was to become what I hated the most? What does that mean? He thought as he looked down. What did he hate the most?
“Oh! I remember! I hate the undead,” He happily exclaimed before almost instantly becoming scared. He looked down and saw that his skin had turned a pale green. A huge wound in his chest had stopped bleeding, but Name knew it would probably never heal. Great! No memories and I’m undead now! This is awful!
Name spent the night in the room he was in since he couldn’t remember where his home was. The next morning, he decided there was no point in dwelling on why it happened. It was best to just live his life to the fullest worshipping his God! Putting his faith in Kelemvor will surely work in his favor. His memories will come back in due time. He went upstairs and wrapped the wound on his chest the best he could. He found some large clothes from the dead man downstairs that covered his weirdly colored skin. He noticed that one of his eyes was a milky grey, but didn’t pay much mind to it. It was probably just a side effect of becoming undead. With that, Name set out to the world. He didn’t know where he was going or why, but he knew that Kelemvor would guild him in the right direction!
Note: I never got a name for this character, so the character is nameless!
The original idea Alexander Eiffel. It was edited and revised by us, Bards of Lore! We take no credit in the creation of this character!
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