Corjoth was born in a large castle known as the NightenGate. The NightenGate was a well protected area controlled by a guild of the strongest warriors alive. Corjoth’s father, Alain, envied all of these warriors, and grew hatred for them over time. Alain didn’t belong to the NightenGate Guild. He belonged to the bloodborn. He’d slipped into the NightenGate one night when their nightly watch groups faltered. He knew, this was his chance. His chance to release his hatred on his unsuspecting victims. He snuck his way into a sacred temple in the center of the castle known as the Temple of the ancestors and stole the sacred blade. Then, as night pursues, slaughter enrages and soon envelopes the entirety of the NightenGate Castle. To the point that there are only Corjoth, his father Alain, and the Guild Master of the NightenGate. Alain, manages to slice the blade across the Guild Master’s chest, but the Guild Master struck back and stabbed Alain clean through the heart. The only one in condition to take care of the sacred blade now was Corjoth. The Guild Master uttered several unrecognizable sentences as he choked on his own blood due to the cut being deep enough to pierce the flesh at his collorbone. Corjoth, only being young, didn’t know what to do, but somehow felt abliged to take the blade, be it an offering, a blessing, a curse? It was yet to be determined. Corjoth then grew up in hopes to be a master swordsman and trained everyday for many hours.
