'Sigfried'



'Destiny is a good thing to accept when it's going your way. When it isn't, don't call it destiny; call it injustice, treachery, or simple bad luck'

Half delirious, Half starved, and more than a little mad, Sigfried awoke one morning in a darkened alley with little more than shattered memories of a bearded man, a lantern, and a deep sense of loss

Taking his name from the bakers sign across the street, he was certain of only one thing; the Storm of Chaos had arrived

Personality and Appearance
Average height, gaunt from starvation, and with a gleem to his eye that hints at something more; the burns that ravage this face and arms leave what remains of his dark hair falling uncut in a greasy lump.

Sigfrieds mind is an internal war for control between the good he feels he once knew and the man who stands in his dirty, broken shoes.

What Rage Unearths
It was not until The Storm of Chaos was weathered that Sigfried found more of his mind

As a begger in the streets of an obscure, backwater town, Sigfried eeked out a living. One day, on his way to his usual resting place (a small alcove behind the blacksmiths workshop), he was attacked by the drunken entourage of a nobleman travelling through.

Anger simmered as he lay beaten and bloodied, watching the retreating backs of the laughing strongmen. Unsure why, he raised his open hand towards them. Driven by the rage inside him, he clenched his fist

Purpose Rekindled
None were more suprised than Sigfried when the man, crushed, collapsed to the ground. In a rush, fleeting glimpses of memory returned to him. He was once a mage of power, he had been betrayed, and he knew what he had just done was heinously wrong.

Fleeing the ensuring witch hunt, from amongst the tangle of these new memories he deduced a single mans name, 'Adalbert'.

The Good in the Bad, the Bad in the Good
As Sigfried fled across The Empire, narrowly avoiding the clutches of the dogged witch hunters, he knew something terrifying had occured to him. He knew the broken lantern had once contained something. He knew that something was free, and somone had freed it

Sigfried made up his mind. If his memories were linked to this new-found power, he must harness it. He must locate this Adalbet, and he must put what was freed back in its prison, whatever the cost.