Kane Zorach

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Full Name: Kane Zorach
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Class(es): Barbarian / Rogue
Race: Human
Subrace: None
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: None
Domains (if cleric): None

Short Bio/Description:

Kane Zorach is a dark troubled lad with a dark troubled past. He grew up in Point Harbour, the only Son of a Single Father and Fisherman, Carlos. His Mother ran off with a Priest of Xeen as she herself was a worshipper. Carlos told Kane she was dead until he was 14 when Carlos thought he was old enough to both deserve and understand the truth. Carlos allowed Kane a lot of personal freedom from a very early age never confining him to strict rules to obey and he hardly ever punished Kane physically. This lead to a lot of misadventures and visits from local law authorities but it was never for anything overly serious. Only once did Carlos ever take a strap to Kane after he discovered the boy was extorting smaller boys for coins, Kane learnt Carlos didn’t abide by bullies, a lesson that has stuck to the lad to this day. There lot wasn’t great in life but neither was it too bad. There was always food on the table, albeit often fish, and Carlos had an excellent reputation as a hard worker, an honest trader and friend to all fisher folk He was even an unofficial spokesperson of sorts and well known for being forthright yet diplomatic. Also he stood 6 feet 10 inches so few ever took him lightly regardless. Kane however grew up on the streets. At age nine he was often caught pilfering small things by local merchants, by age 10 he was getting away with it! By age 11 he had quite the extortion racket in place, until Carlos whipped the Idea out of him. By age 12 he was breaking into the houses of the rich, by 14 he had a crew of young boys and girls which he lead called the Nighthawks.

Carlos feared for the path his Son was choosing and in a desperate attempt to salvage the boy before he was either killed by rivals, imprisoned or too set in his ways, Carlos took Kane, flogged him hard, although it pained him to do so for only the second time in the boys life, then he set about making Kane return all the stolen gold and objects. After this was achieved Carlos took his life savings and bought a farm on the Fallas River near Fort Himlad. Life was very solitary for Kane and he resented his Father at first, but because there is always plenty to do on a farm and when two people work hard together it is difficult not to build a respect for each other, they two soon became not only Father and Son but best of friends. Carlos showed Kane how to look after himself in what he described as an honest way and after chores were done for the day the odd sparring session occupied there time. By age 16 Kane had matured into a strapping young lad, not quite as tall as his Father and more wiry then bulky, but fit and well and ready to forge a path in the world of his own. Carlos sold the farm for a tidy sum and decided to move to Mistone to retire. Kane and Carlos journeyed back to Point harbour and secured passage to Port Hampshire. On the voyage to Hampshire Carlos met a strange man claiming to be a Land based Minor Lord of some Island of sorts and the two struck up a friendship. He claimed his name was Ivor Von Strahb and he offered Carlos a position as Captain of his guard. Carlos agreed and Strahb offered them passage to his Isle on his personal vessel which was due to be finished it’s refitting at Port Hampshire soon after there arrival.

They only had to wait three days which they spent enjoying the sights and revelries of the city. They left for Strahb’ Island immediately and enjoyed a pleasant first day’s travel. That night Strahb entertained them in his lavishly decorated cabin. Kane didn’t like nor trust the man and his years spent on the streets instincts were screaming to him that this man wasn’t what he seemed. They enjoyed a pleasant meal but realised too late that the meal was poisoned somehow and Father and Son fell into a deep sleep.
Kane didn’t know how many days had passed nor where he was but he awoke in a dank, foul smelling cellar come prison cell. Von Strahb, if that was his name, was there to greet him.
“ Ahh! I see the dead have risen so to speak.” The so called Lord announced laughing cruelly as if he had made some sick joke. The joke was on Kane though he realised as he saw shambling behind the devious Lord his once father Carlos turned Ghoul.
“ What have you done to my Father you Fiend!” Kane asked tears welling in his eyes.
“Like my new pet do you boy?” Von Strahb asked. “Call me names again and I just may let him feast on your flesh. How would you like that hey?”
Kane just shook his head as if in denial and sobbed quietly to himself not even dignifying a reply.
“That’s better, I do so like my subjects on the quiet and less defiant side. You see I am a Necromancer and Inventor of sorts. Ivor Von Strahb is in fact my name but I assure you I own no island nor am I Lord, well to you I may as well be but I digress, You see Boy I travel the lands gathering people here under the guise of offering them work or land to conduct my experiments.” Von Strahb raised his brow as if weighing Kane's reaction before continuing. “ I intend to be the first to create an Undead Golem of sorts yet with a living mans mind. This costs gold and resources all of which I steal from my subjects, which brings me to my point. Where is your Fathers life savings he so candidly and proudly claimed to me to have Boy? He proved to be most stubborn and yet most non resilient to torture.”
“ I will not tell you anything you bastard.” Kane spat.
“Really? How .... Unwise yet noble of you. Well don’t say I never keep my promises.” At this Von Strahb started chanting and to Kane’s ultimate terror his body was frozen where he stood yet he was wide awake.
“Like that spell boy?” Von Strahb taunted. “You are quite conscious yet unable to move or speak, also you are quite able to feel pain. And there WILL be pain boy, oh yes!” he threatened leering at Kane.
Von Strahb opened the Cage and allowed Kane’s’ Ghoulish Father inside. To Kane’s disgust and horror Carlos started to gnaw at his fingers hungrily. The pain was indescribable and the horror of the situation too much to bear as Carlos ate his own Sons living flesh off his left hand. Von Strahb stopped the ghoul then and Kane passed out.


How many days had passed Kane did not know, why was he still alive he thought, why am I not dead? Unfortunately for him he was indeed alive but his feverish sweating and pungent odour arising from his wounds was telling him not for much longer. This actually gave him some comfort, death will be my ultimate victory. He thought.
Some hours later Strahb came to see hi again.
“Foolish Boy!” He spat. “Why do you not just tell me and end the suffering? It gives me no pleasure to see you suffer so.”
“Liar!” Kane accused.
“Well okay maybe just a little...” Strahb confessed holding his fingers up to emphasise his point. “Today you will tell me Boy or I will take your left eye out and feed it to your Father.”
“Never!” Kane screamed defiantly.
“Stupid boy!” Strahb spat before chanting again.
Kane felt sick thinking about what was about to happen when he felt his body go rigid again. As Strahb promised in came his goblin retainers one holding a hot iron the other what appeared to look like a corkscrew for opening wine bottles he’d seen at the rich houses he’d burgled as a youth. Pain. Agonisingly long amounts of pain shot through his head as slowly, inch by inch, he felt the corkscrew enter his eye. In his mind he was screaming and screaming and he passed in and out of consciousness until they stuck the hot iron in his now empty eye socket. The last thing he saw was his Fathers Ghoul eating his eyeball. Death comes he thought as he sank into darkness.

Three years later he opened his eye and looked around as best he could. He attempted to stand but his legs weren’t working. Why aren’t my legs working he thought. Then he started to remember....and scream. It took five people to hold him down and a short stocky man, with eyeglasses and a white beard spoke to him.
“You are Port Hampshire lad. You have been in a catatonic state now for three years and apart from eating and drinking you’ve not opened your mouth and said anything for three years! Can you speak now?”
“Yes.” Kane replied. “Wh....what h-happened to me?”
“You were found by some local fisher folk washed up on shore with bad infections. They took you to the temple of Mist and had you healed but you were catatonic so they left you with me. I am SigmundAllewsihesXavierFredrickVanHildenburg the Ninth, Gnomish Wizard of little acclaim and expert on human, among other things, psychology.”
“Psy who a what?” Kane asked confused.
“You were nutso basically is the short of it lad. I'm like a healer but for the mind.”
“Oh....I see.” Kane frowned as he replied.
“Yes yes lad quite nutso, round the twist you might say, completely stark raving mad!” The growing sneer on Kane’s face made the Gnome stop his synonyms.
“Yes, well.... Errr well cheer up lad you appear to be much better now.” The Gnome said grinning warmly.

Kane spent the next two years trying to piece together what had happened to him after his eye was taken and learning to deal with his disabilities. His recovery of the mind wasn’t full however, he is Manic Depressive and is given to bouts of depression, extreme anxiety and outright psychosis. One day he is on top of the world and can achieve anything the next he is in a deep deep pit of depression. These are the extremities of his condition however and he also has many days where he is level headed as well He has a hatred of Evil wizards and undead and is borderline obsessed with obliterating both from the world. He is also very bitter at the Gods for allowing such a terrible thing to happen to him and his Father. Therefore he is an Atheist and devout at that, meaning he wastes no time in offering his opinions on the gods, which basically is they don’t exist. No one can tell him otherwise and he firmly believes that Priests and the likes are just another form of wizard with different parlour tricks.

Life with Sigmund was peaceful but one day the kind old gnome passed away due to old age. Since he had no heirs or will his house was sold and the profits donated to the church of Goran, Sigmund’s Deity. This left Kane alone in the world once again but he resolved to become as powerful as he could become and one day find Von Strahb and make him suffer. One day on a Voyage to Lelion a storm blew him overboard and he awoke at the feet of a creature he thought never existed..... A Gold dragon!

// Reason for the multi – class is to show his lack of control in battle sometimes (barb rage) He is not an actual Barbarian from a tribe, Just thought it prudent to explain that it was more to reflect a combat style rather then being an actual barbarian of the Steppes etc.

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