Jacob Holomere

The brother of Lance (King Holomere), Jacob is the elder of the two.
Originally meant to become King of Elderhaven, his younger brother Lance became King after Jacob's work with the undead cause his Father and Mother to exile him from their home in Neverwinter.
Missing for many years, Jacob is discovered beneath Crachton Keep by the Champions of the King.
However, in the absence of Agorius and the rising issues caused by the unbroken winter - Jacob maintains a dubious alliance with his Brother - protecting the Keep and its patrons from the punishing cold.

Background
Narration from Jacob:
I am Jacob Holomere, I am guessing you’ve heard my last name.
I am the older brother of King Holomere, previously Prince Holomere. I just knew him as my brother Lance.
We both grew up in Neverwinter, alongside our Parents. We knew that one day I was meant for greatness, however what occurred was not what my Parents had envisaged.

One day whilst Lance was being tutored, I snuck out to one of the abandoned towers nearby. This is an area our Father told us to stay away from and we’d only ever heard tales of death and loss from this place.
I went to the highest point of the tower and when I got there I found some old parchment. T'was not in a language I understood, however I spoke it aloud all the same.
The next thing I realized is that somehow, I had fallen asleep on the floor. Opening my eyes I saw towering over me a being, glowing red, humanoid, the size of a giant. It’s skull, gilded and shining brightly before me. Staring down it boomed “What do you want from me child!!??”

Patron - Lord Flaxus   “I am Lord Flaxus, Siphon of the Undead. Keeper of those without life.” “You call me without reason!? How dare you disturb my work.” He kneeled down, with me frozen in panic with this otherworldly presence. He held my shoulder and starred into my eyes. I started to feel as if I was warming, as if in front of a blazing fire, I lost consciousness and when I woke I was alone. Over time strange things occurred, making me more and more sure that I had not come out of that incident unscathed.

When I was a child, my Father and I were out hunting, with a small party of archers. We engaged the Deer we were following, and whilst I attempted to shoot, my Father planted the killing shot. As the arrow hit the Deer, it reared up and screeched. It dropped to the ground dead…. Then suddenly a Buck rushed from the trees, shunting my horse and throwing me to the ground. As I struck the ground, I felt a sudden heat shoot from the tips of my toes through and out of my hand hitting the fallen Deer in its chest. All of a sudden it flinched, then got to its feet (still with the arrow in its neck, blood still covering its fur) and charged into the forest. …My Father swore the party to never speak of this, and after more incidents, he would stop speaking to me altogether. Two years later, I am ejected from Neverwinter as a threat to the peace and Lance travelled to Elderhaven to become its King.