Post by bxtreme on Jun 25, 2019 20:43:10 GMT -5
My name is Cecil McBiggins, though it wasn't always - allow me to explain.
I come from a very poor family in Baldur's Gate. My father and mother create and repair watches and clocks. I never had much of a knack for it myself, but I did enjoy tinkering with other small doodads. I decided when I came of age to join the Flaming Fist mercenary group, who's members served as guards for Baldur's Gate. I figured I could make some extra money for my family while being able to stay close to them.
After my entrance exam, they told me I qualified for a "special" unit they were just starting to form. It turns out, this was their first attempt at forming a psi-ops unit, a special group of gifted individuals capable of using physcic energy. Many people were unfamilair with the source of this power, therefore giving the Flaming First a competitive edge over their enemies.
We studied for years before our first field mission. We were each assigned a special position - I was assigned tactician. Each position had their training tailored to their specific purpose. One week before our first field mission, we were given a special task that required all of us to partake in a "ritual" of sorts. We were lead by a dragonborn man I've never scene before. He told us he needed our help to speak with a powerful being. We weren't told who, but he assured us it would be a quick ordeal and our powers would increase as a result. Using our collective mental energy, we were able to open this "line of communication" with this other worldly being. Things quickly got out of hand...
During the ritual, we opened much more than a line of communication. We saw a rift open before our eyes, a tear in the fabric of space. As it opened, we couldn't see anything on the other side, just darkness. The dragonborn man told us to stop immediately, but it was too late. Shadowy tentacles sprang forth from the rift, swiftly slaughtering all within the room in a matter of seconds. I was left for last. A tentacle wrapped tightly around me - just as I was about to pass out, I saw a large eye appear in the rift. The pupil was similar to a cat's, and the iris' color was a brilliant hue that shifted from orange to yellow as it got further from the pupil. A voice spoke to me "you have been chosen". This was the last thing I could remember before passing out.
I'm unsure how long it took me to regain consciousness, but I'll make the following turn of events brief. I found out the Flaming Fist needed a scapegoat to pin their folly on, and it was to be me. I was able to escape the city, a wanted criminal of Baldur's Gate. Never to return, never to see my family again. I've assumed a new identity "Cecil McBiggins". I begin to travel north, seeking asylum.
I am making it my life's mission to obtain more power and seek out this entity once more. I was given a purpose in life, I just don't know what it is yet.