My name is Aerytos, Captain of the Guard at Ishkenderun. I was born to house of Xaerth. Not the wealthiest of houses, In fact you could hardly call us “nobles”. We owned a small plot of land outside of the city. As poor as we where, we where happy. Mother would stay at home and teach us how to read and write. Father would go out into the market and sell the food that my brother, sister and myself would grow on the farm. Life was simple, and we where as happy as could be.
Then that dreaded night came. I awoke to the smell of smoke and to the heat of fire. I could hear the blood curdling screams of my youngest brother as he burst though the front door below me. My brother was rushing to the pond in an attempt quench the fires that engulfed him. He didn’t make it. I ran outside to see if I could aide my fallen brother. Before I could make it down the stairs, I was confronted with the smell of burnt flesh. Looking around I saw my burning mother laying next to the front door. Looking though the front door I can see my father rushing home on his horse. Right as he enters the property a giant fireball comes flying out of the tree line and knocks my father off his horse. It was at this point I realized that we were under attack. For the sake of my slain family I ran. I ran as far as I could before my body gave out. I crashed onto the spore laden earth and slept.
The next couple of days where the hardest. I ran back to where my father was. I stared at his burnt shell and stared for what feels like hours as I wonder if he will ever move again. The local Nobles seized what was left of my house’s lands and sold them. They used most of the money to line their own pockets. A small portion of it was given to me so I could go live in a orphanage. After about a year of living there, I heard Rumors that the Wizard of the High Council will be passing though the city looking for orphans to raise as apprentices. Fate would have it that he chose me. I was one of three orphans chosen for apprenticeship.
Years went by as I trained under the wizard. Oddly enough, I was trained how to use a sword more than I was trained in the art of magic. The old wizard once told me “what is the mind without a body?”. When I was around eighteen, I was assigned to the guard. Due to my training with the wizard, I became a captain very quickly.
At nineteen I was given my first assignment. To hunt down the Pyromancer that murdered my family. My master gave me a very special item that would help me track him down, the Grimoire of Zohar. This book is a total waste of magic. It does nothing that the wizard said it would. It took me about 4 months to find the bastard. He was no match for me and my squad. We knocked him unconscious and restrained him in irons.
We dragged him into court to receive his sentence. With countless charges of murder and arson, he was sentenced to the Headsman’s Axe in a public setting. It was midday when my squad and I dragged him onto the chopping block. Sharpened the Headsman’s Axe while the Herald read out the crimes he had committed. Looking up from the grindstone my eyes made contact with the crowd. Not a single soul was weeping for this man, you could feel the hate brimming from the crowd. However, there were 2 children in the front who where weeping. A small girl, no more than twelve, and a young man who was about sixteen. My heart filled with grief as I realized that these two where the children of the prisoner. I could not let these children live a life without a father. I could not let them feel what I have felt. I Sat up, and pushed the herald aside and yelled out to the judge. “I will take this man’s place! I will take his sentence so that he may go free!”. I can’t really remember what happened next. There was a huge commotion amongst the crowed as the Headsman pushed me onto my knees and placed my neck onto the block. The last thing I remember is watching the prisoner hugging his children, as the sharp axe slid threw my neck. Now I’m here, with all of you.