Hailing from Oren Angmar lived with his father a solider who enforced the will of the crown. Here he was regularly beaten by his father blaming his birth for his wife's death. This instilled a guilt that drove Angmar to necromancy. A magic he heard of in story's of old he wished harness its power to revive his mother to fix his wrong. It would lead him elsewhere, finding no success in the old tales for restoring his mother and continuously abused by his father. Angmar would steal his father money and leave his home seeking to find a means of learning necromancy. He would travel further north in study of the dead and their secrets. Angmar Though would ultimately fail in uncovering any tomes of macabre. Having failed his mother and with no home to return to Angmar gave himself to the frost lying waiting for the snow to end him. It was in this isolation were Angmar heard something a voice promising whispering Angmars desires. It then dawned on Angmar that in seeking out necromancy he may have attracted the attention of a greater force. Aenguls and Daemons, Weather it was truly them or delirium. something urged Angmars to sail south. Knowledge there he could find what he needed. With the hope of restoring his mother reignited Angmar would follow the whispers in hope of power and life unending.
Having lived in Kal’Bryst Angmars eyes haven't quite adjusted to the light yet. Squinting at him Angmar says Change in temperature while mimicking his smile. Angmar hobble's towards him. That and books, I'm a scholar of sorts Angmar would say while shaking his hand. Angmars gaze shifts, catching sight of the vibrant colors of the bazars. The endless noise of merchants advertising there wears. of sharp tonged buyers locked in debate of quilts and there value. Till me sight settles on the gentleman. As for my intentions sir, that's business I must keep to myself. I do thank you for your inquiry though. yours is a curtesy I have not been treated to in quite some time I say. Frost makes for awful company and the sailors were a rowdy bunch Angmar says. Grinning at the man we part ways as Angmar uses his directions to find the local inn.

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