Cartsel's early life was filled with tragedy and pain, as his poor family
struggled for a foothold in the granite strewn foothills of the mountains.
Early on his father ran afoul of the local chieftain and was slaughtered by
his men. In this attack, he was horribly maimed, his neck was cut and his
ability to speak taken away. His mother was forced to make due raising him
alone. While she taught him rudimentary communication skills, these were
barely enough for him to get by. He swore early on to never leave himself
in a position to be beat so badly again, and thus devoted his early years to
training.
Cartsel through his teens.
As Cartsel applied himself to learning everything there was to know about
the profession he had chosen, that of the warrior. He became aware of the
larger world around him. Through discussions with training partners he was
made aware of the religions of the world. He quickly discovered information
about these religions during his travels. Due to this information, he
started to become more and more focused on the ideals of balance.
Understanding the need for balance within the realms appealed to him.
Although his youthful life had been tragically altered, an understanding
dawned on him that possibly there was something that caused the bad that
allowed for him to be maimed. He decided to give himself to a god; that God
was Virgil. He sought out a mystic, and dedicated himself on the spot.
Even with this newfound piety, Cartsel was still determined never to allow
himself to be maimed again... And thus returned to his training. One day,
while fighting with some hobgoblins, he was joined by one more knowledgable
of the lands than himself. During these travels, the ideals of the Warlords
were explained to him, and he decided that he would try to join their ranks.
Cartsel is led to a surgeon who repairs his neck.
Through his travels, and with the help of Brumblwitz, Cartsel met Mab...
A surgeon of some renown. He conferred with her, and was assured that she
could repair the improperly healed damage to his neck. And thus he agreed
to go under the knife. Although he doesnt remember much of what happened
during the surgery, besides passing out when he awoke his throat did feel
much better. She nursed him through multiple days of convelecense... And
then sent him on his merry way with directions to: "take it easy".
Description:
What appears to be a large red granite boulder is before you. What is
odd though is that it appears to be breathing. The boulder suddenly unfolds
into a rather large stone giant, drooling slightly out of the right side of
his mouth. A rather blank look paints a picture of an inability to
understand much. A very clean scar runs across his neck, what appears to be
the work of a highly skilled surgeon.