Enslas

Born to a small cave of goblins and cast out at a young age due to too many mouths to feed, he wandered the forests near the cave, only knowing it was a cave in the mountains near the fringe. Years later after learning very basic hunting skills, he attempted going to a nearby village supposedly under control of the kingdom of Asulon, after being stoned my many villagers, he caught his foot in an animal trap. Stuck in the trap, dying of blood loss, he met a necromancer, who was actually a pharmacist, but he saved Stubbins by bandaging his leg and giving him some bladderwort. Stubbins unconscious, believing it as him being reincarnated as a dead, decided to devote his life to the was of poisons and the dreaded potions with his master “necromancer” in his home. Once he brought his head out of his books at around 400 years old, his skin colored green in the daylight due to the poisons, nasty warts and scars on his face from bubbling toxins, he went for some materials. This time leaving the mountains to find new materials. As his books had spoken of places could have never imagined. Coming across a few folks just outside the town, his hideous face scared the villagers, and was again stoned by them. As he went back to his dead masters home he noticed that there was a chest left just inside of the door inside of it was a page and a diamond encrusted staff. On the page was his masters greatest achievement, some great healing recipe, his master saying it could cure any wound, and the elixir itself, his greatest creation. Burning the page and throwing the elixir into a nearby river, he took the chest and put it on his head, going back to his books. 120 years or so later he finally decided to emerge once more, with no more knowledge than when he went in...except on poisons.

Born to a small cave of goblins and cast out at a young age due to too many mouths to feed, he wandered the forests near the cave, only knowing it was a cave in the mountains near the fringe, nor caring. Years later after learning very basic hunting skills, he attempted going to a nearby village supposedly under control of the kingdom of Asulon, after being stoned my many villagers, he caught his foot in an animal trap. Stuck in the trap, dying of blood loss, he met a necromancer, who was actually a pharmacist, but he saved Stubbins by bandaging his leg and giving him some bladderwort. Stubbins unconscious, believing it as him being reincarnated as a dead, decided to devote his life to the was of poisons and the dreaded potions with his master “necromancer” in his home. Once he brought his head out of his books at around 400 years old, his skin colored green in the daylight due to the poisons, nasty warts and scars on his face from bubbling toxins, he went for some materials. This time leaving the mountains to find new materials. As his books had spoken of places could have never imagined. Coming across a few folks just outside the town, his hideous face scared the villagers, and was again stoned by them. As he went back to his dead masters home he noticed that there was a chest left just inside of the door inside of it was a page and a diamond encrusted staff. On the page was his masters greatest achievement, some great healing recipe, his master saying it could cure any wound, and the elixer itself, his greatest creation. Burning the page and throwing the elixir into a nearby river, he took the chest and put it on his head, going back to his books. 120 years or so later he finally decided to emerge once more, with no more knowledge than when he went in...except on poisons.

Born to a small cave of goblins and cast out at a young age due to too many mouths to feed, he wandered the forests near the cave, only knowing it was a cave in the mountains near the fringe, nor caring. Years later after learning very basic hunting skills, he attempted going to a nearby village supposedly under control of the kingdom of Asulon, after being stoned my many villagers, he caught his foot in an animal trap. Stuck in the trap, dying of blood loss, he met a necromancer, who was actually a pharmacist, but he saved Stubbins by bandaging his leg and giving him some bladderwort. Stubbins unconscious, believing it as him being reincarnated as a dead, decided to devote his life to the was of poisons and the dreaded potions with his master “necromancer” in his home. Once he brought his head out of his books at around 400 years old, his skin colored green in the daylight due to the poisons, nasty warts and scars on his face from bubbling toxins, he went for some materials. This time leaving the mountains to find new materials. As his books had spoken of places could have never imagined. Coming across a few folks just outside the town, his hideous face scared the villagers, and was again stoned by them. As he went back to his dead masters home he noticed that there was a chest left just inside of the door inside of it was a page and a diamond encrusted staff. On the page was his masters greatest achievement, some great healing recipe, his master saying it could cure any wound, and the elixer itself, his greatest creation. Burning the page and throwing the elixer into a nearby river, he took the chest and put it on his head, going back to his books. 120 years or so later he finally decided to emerge once more, with no more knowledge than when he went in...except on poisons.

Born to a family of dark elves in a village just outside of renelia which was raided by humans in the night, I escaped to a wood elf village after a long time of travelling lost just to be feared for being a dark elf and my enjoyment in killing. I was taken in by some Elf man Alfred who taught me to fight, as well as some magic, who was also shunned by the village for knowing “illegal magic” (if that's a thing). Later that village was also raided and the man was shot while running away with the last thing he gave me, my cloak. Thus I was the only one who survived, threatening a sailor at the port to give me a ride to a nearby town.