Sons of Sacris
A Renaissance man chasing his past
Feats: Point-Blank Shot, Skill Focus Perception, Rapid Shot, Precise Shot, Deadly Aim
Classes: Level 4 Woodland Skirmisher Ranger, Level 1 Investigator, Level 1 Teleportation School Wizard
No one Crosses a Cross, that was the families saying as Alex remembers it. The Crosses an extremely wealthy Drow family had traveled from the Elven Isles to Sandri only a generation ago. Both the Eight Colleges of Magic in Sandri as well as the profitable landscape of the City States were quite appealing to the mercantile family, a family that had used intrigue quite effectively already in securing their wealth. The family had long had a tradition of remaining pure elf blooded, and it was this that lead the beginning of their decline. It was only recently through necessity that the Crosses decided to take up human partners as the Phage killed off several of the families last heirs. Only after years of failure a healthy son was born, most were unsure if the family could be saved, with its members able to be counted on one hand would this child continue on their name?
As Alex grew he spent nearly all his time at the most prestigious of the Eight Colleges, or rather the one that his family had funded the most anyhow. All the while during his childhood with a servant tending to his every need he very rarely met with his parents. Alex was quick witted for an adolescent, and noticed early on the disdain his servant Reganold, a fellow Half Elf, had for him and his elitist family. This uneasy relationship that Alex was aware of continued until he was introduced to the son of his servant, a fellow Half Elf by the name of Dronovin. The two were forced to spend months together Alex noted as Dronovin was constantly at his fathers side, now Alex always had a sixth sense for these things, so he felt stranger by the day as he noticed more and more similarities between himself and Dronovin, first it was the hairstyle, next it was the mannerisms, then the clothing… Alex was only 14 years old, when one night at the college he was attacked, bound by the hands and gagged. He felt himself struggle being moved from building to carriage to underground for what felt like hours until he had the bag on his head mistakenly fall off. He was in the back of a speeding carriage surrounded by a deep underground chasm, in front of him he could see two figures, one larger obviously an adult and one smaller most likely still a child. As he wiggled to the edge of the carriage he saw that it was heading for disaster over a cliff, in a panic he yelled and fought to get the attention of his captors, the child turned around and for a moment he saw himself, but no, it was Dronovin. The larger figure now obviously Reganold grabbing Dronovin dove out of the carriage leaving Alex to his fate. However while Alex had been forced to spend almost his entire life at the College, he was no whiner, and was certainly no slacker either. Terrified of death he recited the words in his own head to his favored magic, teleportation, over and over as the elderly men and women had taught him. For only a moment he felt weightlessness before he gazed back to the cliff face itself and visualized the magic itself, he shunted off by pure arcane magics just far enough to land on an enclave inside the cliff, hearing two all to familiar voices argue only dozens of feet away he understood the gist of it all now, they had tried to kill him, to murder him. Reganold had groomed his son to become very much like Alex, and kept him away from his parents under the guise of education. It took him a while to force the gag out of his mouth, and even longer still to successfully remember the words to a spell that could destroy his bindings, but the real journey was traveling back out of the cavern. He had been taken out of the city to a nearby mountain cavern, but with the help of a few signposts and a helpful farmer he had made it back to Sandri proper in a days time. Immediately heading towards his family’s estate he was met with horror by the many officials of the College in front of his home taking a blood covered Reganold away in magical bindings. All the while a screaming Dronovin yelled at his once “father.” Alex approached one of the mercenaries accompanying the College officials what had happened, and was met with even worse news. Reganold had apparently brutally murdered his entire family, claiming that the Crosses know nothing of the struggles of the lower class and deserve what they get for not sharing their wealth. It had all been a setup, according to the guard the College officials now were protecting the last heir of the Crosses, their greatest benefactors.
Time went by but Alex was hollow inside, he had lost his family and everything he once knew. It wasn’t long before hunger led him to fall in with a gang and thanks to his basic understand of magic he wasn’t picked on, in fact he was able to blend in quite well. This only continued for the better part of the decade before Alex grew tired of shaking vendors down for protection money, he was surviving but as time went by he still was without his old identity. Alex drifted between the city states after that learning to become a true polymath(renaissance man), picking up multiple trades and talents, skills and abilities, believing that if he could somehow outsmart the man that Dronovin had become, a savvy merchant, that he could reclaim his fortune. The trade Alex kept falling back into however was a detective, going between community to community he would find local crimes that were going on and offer his services in return for honest pay, and over the years he had become good at it too. It was after traveling to every corner of the city states twice over and even into once into the Hobgoblin Empire to follow up on a lead that he returned to Sandri after years of being away.
Stories of the Cross merchant house were not exaggerated even from the distant lands in which he heard them, Alex returned to an Estate he once remembered only larger. Alex had traveled to do business with the Colleges however, he had been met by a representative of the Colleges to look into illegal Blood Magic use inside Sandris underground. A week into the investigation Alex had already heard various accounts of “piles of flesh” wandering the slums of the city, he continued to dig, and with the help of several old friends in what remained of his old gang he was told of a collapsed building with a secret entrance hidden away where denizens of the slums were led with the promise of food and shelter to be experimented on. They would be left at various areas away from the building when they had died or worse, survived.
His investigation rapidly escalated with what sounded like a open brawl in the area of the slums he was searching for the secret entrance. Alex was quick to the scene but too late, in the distance of a side street he witnessed a cloaked hulking brute bash through a cellar door with a man in his arms, like a battering ram? The man was extremely fast, fast enough that Alex knew not to chase him, there was that, and the fact that he had just used another person as a battering ram. Notching an arrow in his bow he descended into the pitch black cellar using his ancestral vision to remain dark as well. He began overhearing screams saying how “they must contain the experiments”, how “it” got free. Alex silently stalked through the large underground complex only to see several dead men covered in alchemical vials, he heard moaning and cries of pain further down the winding hallways that had turned into staircases. Alex was led past still more dead men, as well as dead… Things? Eventually the surprisingly large underground complex led to a dugout tunnel, only five feet tall, it appear as though they expanded the complex this way. The tunnel only led on for but a minute before Alex had noticed that there was no more cries of pain further down… Finally reaching the end of the tunnel Alex noticed a 30ft wide room littered with cages and chains. A very shiny and very intimidating machine stood in the center of the room, with what Alex had identified as slobbering noises echoing out from behind it. Horrified Alex laid eyes upon what was had caused the cries of pain, he was looking at the side of a hairless and bloody beast as large as a bear but with more that seven limbs… As it turned to him in the pitch black room it let out a blood chilling gurgle stomping at least five limbs on the bodies of what could be assumed scientists. Alex responded by letting his arrow fly seeing it stick true in the hide of the abomination. However he was shocked to see the abomination only lower more limbs to stomp the ground and gurgle louder, it seemed unphased by his attempt to harm it. Realizing quickly where this was headed as he glanced at the bodies below the creature, he did what any sane man would, and fled into the tunnel as swiftly as his hands and feet would allow him. Alex heard the large lumbering creature gaining on him as he traveled up the tunnel, only turning around to get an up close view of what the things face looked like. It had no eyes, no recognizable features besides a sizable fleshy beak surrounded by several tentacles, he now counted nine limbs, a mixture of claws, tentacles, pincers, and hooves, all snapping and grasping for him. Clawing through the tunnel as his clothing was torn and his hands became bloodied Alex saw his way out like a man whose wife and kids left him for the neighbor sees a bottle of vodka and a airtight bag. Just above him one of the support beams for the tunnel had already been damaged, with a large crack nearly splitting it already. The abomination was only half a dozen feet away from him now, seemingly “licking” its “lips”. Using all the force he could muster Alex threw his boot upwards with all his might, breaking the beam and several toes on impact. This vital support caused rubble to fall on the creature, burying it immediately and most likely killing it, however the rubble that had saved his life also buried Alex’s legs as well. Nearly unconscious from the pain already Alex visualized the way he always was taught to in the College as a boy, and shunted just enough to free himself of the rubble. With one leg badly injured and the others toes broken he hobbled out of the complex to tell of the horrors that lay buried here.
Only directly reporting to the Colleges Alex was patched up in no time, paid, and given another mission, to keep tabs on this “Sandman.” It followed the reports that this person who had been causing the gangs problems could be the thing that escaped the experimental compound. With the Colleges pulling the right strings Alex found himself directly next Vole Aspic AKA The Sandman inside the Inquisition.