Daskest was born into a family that was, while not wealthy, was certainly
not poor. His father was a well regarded baker and his mother was a cleric
of considerable ability, though of not sufficient class to enter the
hierarchy of the churches. As such, this part of his life could be
considered decidedly plain. What was not plain about his life, would be the
age at which his mother gave birth to him. She was seventy years of age and
despite her clerical prowess, it was still entirely abnormal that she should
even have the ability to get with child, let alone give birth and survive.
The oddity of this scenario should not at all take away from the oddity of
his parents relationship. While they were at one time young together, his
father simply did not age. Instead, he looked to be a human in his thirties
for his entire life, while his mother aged and showed it as humans will.
Some whispered that he had elven blood in his veins, though it did not show
in his face or bearing. It was his seeming inability to age and his almost
mystical power with any living thing that kept mouths from wagging about his
wifes miracle pregnancy.
While it is true that the pregnancy could be considered a miracle, when the
time came to give birth, that day was anything but. The high priests came
to try and save her, but she knew before time that her life would be
sacrificed for her child. She knew and she did nothing to compromise that
childs life. In the end, Daskest claimed his mothers life as he entered the
world.
His father did not hold this against him, for he was wise and intelligent to
the ways of the gods. He raised his son to be strong and honest, as he knew
it would please the gods and what was more, his wife, that he should do so.
When the time came for Daskest to enter the clergy, as his mother had before
him, his father took him aside and told him the secret of his long life.
The answers his son had sought, still shock and haunt him to this very day.
