The Immortal Cleansing: Backstory Chapter 5
23rd Year of Karameikos (993 AC) Kaldmont (December) 22nd
|Jace Blackwater by TL Jeffcoat|
Jace watched the man in chains as he was pulled along the slush covered streets. The poor man's skin was cracked from the sun and his clothes were filthy and torn. The soldiers pulling the chains were dressed in the typical Thyatian legionnaire armor with iron helms, gold painted breastplates and an iron balteus. The ones not pulling the man poked him with spears to keep him moving.
He watched, with disappointment in his heart. His childhood had been spent training to be a legionnaire but the life of a soldier was not what he wanted. His heart belonged to a higher calling. He wanted something more for his life than to defend the crown.
When he told his father he was leaving home to go meet the prophet that had come to Biazzan, his father had given him the sword he had made for him when he was to join the Imperial Legion. Jace suspected that he would have ended up on the Isle of Dawn like his brothers.
The name, Isle of Dawn, was misleading because the land was actually a small contested continent. The empires of Thyatis and Alphatia held the shores and the inland was under constant feud over who owned what. The war was political for now but that never stopped the occasional border skirmish.
His father had lost a leg during one of these skirmishes with some alien beast the Alphatians had conjured up. Jace did not want that for his life nor did he want to live a peaceful life trading metals to the elves in Vyalia as his father did now.
Jace watched the man he had come to meet as the soldiers bound him to a wooden pole with heavy chains. The kindling was lit and the flames spread quickly. His crime was necromancy. According to what Jace overheard as he had arrived was that the prophet had brought a man back from the dead without the aid of an Immortal.