Hello, odd fellow who wishes to hear my story, as if it’s of any worth, as if I’ve made any positive impact on the world. As if I have any true worth, if I do, not even my own parents could see it. You see, I grew up on the streets, my family deeming my existence unfit for them. Not worth the time, the effort, and certainly not the money for food even while the land was still prosperous. I was born different from everyone that surrounded me. Born as an Anuratu. And because of my family’s distaste, Sekhratu took over me, causing my skin to darken, and my wings to die. A shadow of the Anu. The death of my race. A monster. I was a mar on my family, they didn’t even give me a name. I was labeled “aguo,” to spoil; to mar. I was abandoned. I was a monster, and I was hunted like one. So I learned to survive.
I ran from my hometown, if I could even call it that, finding crazed people who seemed to have acquired animalistic traits and features. Far from civilized, and hunted me for food. But I survived, somehow, finding myself in the shielding boughs of the tree of a goddess. Whom I came to know as Scelerae. She … accepted me, which I had never experienced before. She asked me my name, to which I responded, Aguo. She looked … disapproving, and called me Seratae, deeming it my new name and calling herself my family. She taught me the art of drunken fist, how to defend myself, how to find food, and how to prepare it. She taught me all of the things my family didn’t. She taught me how to resist the lure of Sekhratu, the hate, the bloodlust, the chaos. Though she didn’t succeed entirely, I managed to quell most of it. I eventually befriended the odd creatures who I learned to be Druids. I learned how to deal with them.
Once Scelerae deemed me capable, she sent me on errands, telling me to share her blessing with all I would believe to be worthy. It led me to Gravenmonte, where I met a very nice peddler who was willing to sell me an exquisite vase in return for my work as a bodyguard. Milton Cobblestone was his name, such fond memories. Of him, a kind of civilized orc, a noble undercover, and a cute beast by the name of Ulfang. How I miss them dearly. It’s almost as if all of us died in that fight which led me to flee the city, for my own safety. I found myself in the company of Sekhratu, a powerful being, who was somehow willing to grant me power. I hunted for him, sought out information, and dispatched the wielder of information so as to remain unnoticed. In return, his presence remained with me. It grew to become a comfort, a confidence that Scelerae could never be for me in the 50 years I served for her. He taught me about who and what I was, a beloved creation of a chaotic brother. I became less in control, but happier, somehow.
Every day, I learn more, and become more capable. I will forever hate the Elves and the blood who birthed me, the worthless creatures, but I will trust and put up with those my new family, Max and Strada, believe to be worth their trust and time. I will hunt down the wretched Chrism, the Chronicles and tablets of Kian, and assist Sekhratu in bringing order back into this world. I am not a monster. No, their lies no longer run my life. For they are the monsters. One day, the Anuratu will stand as one, in honour of Ordanu, the beloved brother of Sekhratu, my creators. There will be a future for all, no longer shall the Weld hold the law, the Emperor control humans, the beastmen and humanoids believed as lesser. Chaos is as beautiful as order.
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