Heads of Household, please include full given name, race, age, and health status and birthdate.
Kelvos Bronson, Half-elf, 72, Physically Healthy, 5/36/6912
Jein Cenar-Kels , Human, died on 4/45/6981
Known Extended family, please include (if known) their name, race, age, how they relate to you, if you are still in contact, and their approximate location. If deceased, please indicate their date of death. Note, not all family is connected by blood, include those who you have formed a strong covenant with. For convenience, please list them oldest to youngest.
Gwynn Bryfeil-Brons, Elf, 376, mother, reported alive, status unknown
Rheesa Venrel , Elf, 106, accepted family, status unknown
Denis Cenar, Human, 62, Father of Jein, status unknown
Adelaide Alips-Cenar, Human, 57, Mother of Jein, status unknown
Cedric Durson, Human, 37, Jeff, Brother-in-Law of Jein, died on 4/45/6981
Hecelina Cenar-Durs, Human, 30, Jeff, Sister of Jein, died on 4/45/6981
Ciri Soul Chaser Anakalathi, Goliath, 27, accepted family, Healthy, Adventurer
Sirna, Tiefling, 23, accepted family, Healthy, Adventurer
Skipyas Yamo Nee, Dragonborn, 15, accepted family, Healthy, Adventurer
Hektor Cedricson, Human, 8, Jeff, nephew, died on 4/45/6981
Gavin Durson, Human, 7, nephew, died on 4/45/6981
Bron Kelson, Half-Elf, 6, Son, 2/26/6975, died on 4/45/6981
Belle Kelsdottr, Half-Elf, 1. Daughter, 7/20/6980, died on 4/45/6981
Alena Dursdottr, Human, 2 months, niece, died on 4/45/6981
How does this household contribute to the kingdom?
Jeff has burned and only I remain. I have nothing left to contribute other than flesh, blood, and steel:
Kelvos is, functionally, dead. I’ve recently left
Hivendelge and I don’t know when or if I’m to return in any capacity.
Reflect on the last ten years.
I think about the past decade every day. I was happy. I had everything and I felt I was on top of the world. My wife and I had another child – a daughter,
Belle Kelsdottr – and we were ready for a third. I am so proud of how Bron had grown: he was so outgoing and full of energy. I had bought a plot of land in the city of
Freylight and the construction had begun. Everything was ready for us to start with a new tavern that our kids would one day inherit. I was building a legacy that would keep my blood family set for generations. Those happy memories keep me going and give me nightmares every night.
I will recount the events for the record keepers as I am fairly certain that I am the only surviving eyewitness of
the razing of Jeff. On 4/45/6981 the town of
Jeff, my home, burned to ash in a
Goblin raid. It was sudden: I was tending to the tavern as I would every day until we heard the commotion and then the screams. I froze. I tried to keep going as if nothing was wrong; everyone in the tavern fled.
Jein snapped me out of it and we hid in the cellar for a time with another couple. After some time, the heat became too much and we attempted to flee through the fire, but were blocked by a pack of
Goblins. I told my family and the couple to run and I attacked the
Goblins, trying to pull them away from the front doors. I was pushed out the side window by falling debris, but jumped back into the fire. I pushed through the fire, lifting rubble and pushing through to find my family. There was nothing – no screams – only the crackling of flame and creaking of wood giving out under the heat. The main beam fell and trapped me underneath, impaling my leg and crushing me underneath the blaze.
I woke 3 months later in
Rheesa's house outside of what remained of
Jeff - Ruined. She had found me outside of the tavern in a pool of my own blood; I am uncertain how I got out – I have no memory after the tavern collapsed.
Rheesa had spent the time I was unconscious tending to my burns and essentially rebuilding what remained of my skin and flesh. After another three months of physical recovery, I left. My mind was shattered, my failures seared into my skin, and I hoped that, when I could walk, I would walk straight to my death. Death again denied me.
Over the next year and a half, I walked and walked and walked until a bandit tried robbing me on the road and, in slitting his throat, I thought that I understood my purpose. Death follows me and people around me die, so I decided to actively choose those who would do the dying. I trained my body and studied. I took an Oath: an Oath of Conquest under no god. I deigned to become a myth and legend: one who would bring death, destruction, and misery to all those who would harm the innocent. I inflict pain upon evil and in doing so forget my own pain; I would terrify evil and forget my own fear. I am a beacon of hope for good and of despair for evil.
On my path, I found a
group of adventurers. I have learned to trust them and value their company. We traveled north together at the behest of the god
Hades to find the
Hell Portal. I’ve been and have spoken with the goddess,
Hel; I’ve seen the afterlife and have learned much. To those who wish to find the Hel-Portal, do not try unless you are directly called to do so; the portal only opens for those sanctioned to enter.
It has been about two years since I first met our group. I have listed them as found family.
In our quest, I have conquered the
Gauntlet of Regret and have used it to end the life of an immortal Guardian Naga. It… is an impossible trial that I will not speak of to any except for its previous user. To those who think to steal the
Gauntlet from me: do not. It is an insidious trial that will break you down to your most base desires and take its price in flesh or mind. You will choose death: it is the only option.
Goals and plans for the next ten years.
Hel has given
my party a task: Ragnarok. I intend to see this task to its conclusion and I will do everything in my power to turn it to our favor. The gods do not stand for us and I will force their hand. They have every ability to protect us and yet they sit idly by as we suffer. This cannot continue. A god who refuses to build their own temples and keep their peoples safe does not deserve worship.
The
Gauntlet of Regret has made my nature clear to me: the old
Kel is dead and I am what remains. I will never be able to settle down and rebuild. My suffering has changed me and the
Gauntlet revealed who I am at my core: a warrior, a destroyer, a monster. At every opportunity, Death has denied me peace and I am beginning to understand: I once believed Death followed me, but I see now that it was I that was walking in his path.
My goal for the next ten years is to kill every piece of filth I see in our land and beyond. I work towards making a world where parents are allowed to see their children grow safely. I will blacken my soul so that innocence may flourish unafraid; I will bloody my hands so that evil will finally understand terror. In order to create a society that Kel’s family deserved, I give up who I was. I am now the inferno that burns away the rot – the cancer – that infests our world.
I will kill whomever I must to see a peaceful world. Be they man, or monster, or god: if they stand in the way of this hope, I will end them. Killing immortals is just the start: I will saturate the earth with blood – rivers will run red – if I must turn the oceans red with blood, then I will. I wage war against the forces of entropy and will do whatever it takes to stop them, defeat them, gut them. If I must kill, I will kill. If it must burn to the ground, then I will hold the torch.
Death. I know you. Your identity was revealed to me in
Helheim and it was confirmed by a new mutual friend. I seek an audience. Fate calls us to meet and when you call I will make time. You have denied my peace either directly or indirectly and I would know why. As the only other to have survived the Gauntlet, I have at least earned that.
Any suggestions to make your town/region/kingdom better.
Stand with me, step aside, or be put in the ground.
Contact information via Sending Stone (‘Kelvos’) is included for any questions. He mentions that he hasn’t actively run a business in the past years and has only recently started as an Adventurer, but is available to discuss back taxes or any other concerns of the crown.
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