Amanta awoke laying on an operating table in the High Tower of Sorcery. His head was pounding and his garments were soaked in blood. The room was pitch black. Amanta, being a dark elf could see the area well. A cadaver knife lay on the table beside him. Nearby were rotting bodies, which smelt awful. Amanta sat up suddenly and the blood rushed out of his head nearly causing him to faint. His head felt unnaturally heavy. Terrible screaming sounds came from the north interspersed with the occasional mad laughter. In spite of his curiosity, Amanta decided he was not going to stick around much longer. He grabbed the knife and started toward the top of the tower. His Grandfather had told him stories about the Tower. As Amanta recalled, to find your way out you had to reach the top floor. Amanta snuck by two creepy disembodied eyes guarding the halls. Finally, he found his way into the light. He came out at the Temple in Seringale on a mild sunny day. Looking around he found a fountain and begin to wash up. As he splashed his face with water he noticed something on the side of his head, a large metal plate was affixed to his skull! Amanta studied his reflection, a dark aura covered his face. He wondered how he had ended up at the High tower of Sorcery. A large part of his memory was missing, in fact the only memories he had left were from his childhood. Amanta was having trouble forming new memories. The thieves guild in Timaran took pity on him and gave him work. Eventually, he began his training.
Description:
A severe being of slight stature has a mysterious shadow concealing his features. He is altogether unkempt and doesn't seem to notice this one bit. Rags and bandages cover his arms and legs as if he was unable to afford proper clothing. He is dark for an elf, cursed indubitably by his own kind. Someone has bolted a plate of steel to his head.
