Dogran the Sinister MinisterDogran created on 06th of August 2020, and is currently 64 years old (501 hours played).
Title: the Sinister Minister Gender: Male Level: 53 Class: duergar shaman
Background history:
- Beginnings - posted at 2020-08-07 20:31:39
- Dreams - posted at 2021-04-09 01:47:20
BeginningsA hollow rattle echoed as knuckle bones danced across the stone floor.
The young duergar watched from the shadows as his mother performed a
shamanic ritual to an unknown god. Scrying in bones, sacrificing small
animals. These minor charms were sought out by villagers so superstitious
that Dogran suspected half the effect was imaginary. Still, as mundane as
his mother was, she insisted he was not suited to follow her god. It was
all very strange, and infuriating.
Dogran had always known he was destined for more. His parents lived the
most ordinary lives in a painfully boring village. His father was a warrior
of adequate skill who occasionally rented his sword arm to fend off various
foes, including surface-dwellers and drow incursions. His mother was a
simple village witch. The pair of them seemed content with simply sitting
around all day unless bothered by the neighbors, who were themselves equally
boring. He half-heartedly attempted to learn fighting from his father,
although whether by fault of the teacher or student, the lessons did not
stick. As for his mother, the only training she ever provided him was to
teach him reading and writing. Because of it, Dogran became the most
educated duergar child in his hometown.
Duergars are not a naturally peaceful lot, and idle children can be quite
cruel. At school, Dogran was targeted for his unnaturally refined speech
and writing. The pranks began with name-calling and threats, then bodily
harm in the form of pinches, secret stabbing's with pins, beatings and
bruises. Rather than becoming fearful, however, Dogran found himself
relishing being the target of the hunt. He was a quick study, with a
precocious aptitude for forecasting the behavior of his less intelligent
peers. The more the other children came after him, the more understanding
of them he accrued. He bided his time, evading attacks, gathering his own
allies and carefully planning his revenge.
One night, the two worst bullies found themselves both burned rather badly,
both literally and figuratively: one was sent screaming to the infirmary
shoved into a furnace. Neither ever admitted who had inflicted the damage
upon them. After that, Dogran was no longer a pariah, but admired, and
followed.
Still, one with ambition can find only so much entertainment in a village of
dullards. By the time Dogran became leader of the children's gang, he had
already lost interest in it. His mind drifted, as always, to greater
things. And so, he gathered his few belongings and set out, intent on
making a name for himself.
DreamsDogran lived the solitary traveler's life for some time, relishing in his
newfound freedom. Anonymity lent him power, for those he encountered always
underestimated the young unassuming duergar, allowing him to take advantage
of their weaknesses and manipulate them. Thus, despite having brought very
little in his pack, he lived quite well on the road. The only disruption he
experienced was at night.
Sleep came with difficulty to Dogran. At first, he felt uneasy by the
expansive open skies overhead and lush greenery and wildlife of the forests
through which he traveled. Then, when he got used to that, he began to
experience strange dreams. He would wake, heart pounding in his mouth,
sweat pouring from every pore, gasping for breath to find nothing but the
tranquil night around him. The adrenaline racing through his veins and the
prickling of his skin suggested his body was afraid - but he did not feel
terror, only a strange sense of immense, dark power lingering within him.
The feeling was heady and intoxicating, leaving him with a permanent hunger
for more.
Soon thereafter he made his way to the city of Seringale, traveled to the
other cities and learned of the Knights and the Legion. The permanence of
the chaos between the warring cabals filled him with intense satisfaction
and seemed only to fan the flames of the dark power within him. He was
drawn towards shamanism and to fulfill its potential, browsed the pantheon
of Serin gods to find one that suited his desires. Thorgoth, Lord of
Trickery and Shadow, the Usurper of Legion and Conqueror of Serin. Yes,
this one would do. Each time, as he stood before the altar and burnt the
brand of Thorgoth into his skin, again when he felt the cloak of Legion
drape upon his shoulders, and again when the mantle of Forsaken was placed
upon him, Dogran grinned to himself. Yes, this would do nicely. With these
tools, his gain in power would be swift.
The night that he pledged himself to Thorgoth, Dogran was finally able to
remember his dream. He stood in utter darkness, alone, not a sound or a
light to tempt his senses. Then, suddenly, his body was engulfed by a dark
flame - at least so he imagined, for the searing of it like fire licking
across his skin - though he saw still nothing. It began from his legs and
quickly rose to encase him entirely. The feeling, that familiar terror, was
of his physical body screaming to get away from the pain. Yet his mind was
perfectly at ease, fully focused, and clear. This - whatever it was that
encased him - was true power, unlike any a mortal could imagine.
And he had been chosen to take it.
Description:
His pasty pale-gray bald head seems dull and lifeless. Deep set eyes
rest beneath a wide forehead with no eyebrows visible giving him an almost
skeletal look. A hooked nose, which has clearly been broken many times
followed by only slightly darker thin lips. Stylized twisted runes are
etched in his visible skin covering his arms in their entirety. Finally,
this figure while a little thinner than most of his brethren, accented only
by the fact that his arms seem overly long for his frame, while his legs are
short and stubby.
Logs mentioning Dogran:Mystiques mentioning Dogran:
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 3 : Battle Reports
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 3 : News, Interviews, Cabals
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 4 : Cabal Reports, Good vs Evil
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 5 : Cabal Affairs, Immortal Sightings
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 : Obituaries
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 16, Issue 3 : The Pillar Pageant
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 17, Issue 1 : Recent Events
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