//bio for reference
Name: Leathan Lampter
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Wizard
Age: 32
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: none
Description:
Unkept dirty blonde hair hangs to the shoulders of this lean, nearly six foot tall man. The wrinkles around his green eyes suggest either years of over indulgences or sleepless nights. He has a calm demeanor and a relaxed stance, possibly indicating confidence or apathy.
Bio:
Sipping on a mug of apple juice in The Bullseye Inn, Leathan glances to the man next to him "This is Center you say? I haven't been in these parts in years it seems." He winces a bit and rubs the faint, fading remnant of a rope burn on his neck. "Funny story how I got here, quicker then walking, but I wouldn't recommend it. Woke up laying in those blood red flowers that circle that big stone out back. Pardon me I should start from the beginning. It all began when I was waiting in that blasted cold cell and I heard the bells start to toll. That sound gets a man to thinking 'bout what he's done and what he ain't done. Tried to lead a good life, ain't never hurt no one intentionally." He shakes his head slowly and continues on "I know those gallows are waiting for me, now all a man can do is wait for the final stroke of the bells. And as the last bell rings signifying the sixth hour past noon, the guards march me out through the streets. The onlookers, the cheers, the jeers, it all comes crashing in on you. My life ain't turned out like I had thought all them years ago when I was just kneehigh to a grasshopper. Before I know it, I'm standing there and the noose is being slid over my head. I tried to plead my innocence once again but the words just weren't coming. A quick drop and a sudden stop is all I can tell you about what happened before I woke up out by the stone." Leathan pauses for a moment to take another sip of juice and studies the man listening to his tale and mimics his question "Where'd it happen? A little village down south in Co'rys, north of Vehl."
Glancing around the inn quickly, Leathan answers the man's next question "What'd I do? I didn't do nothing, except be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The constable swore on his mothers grave that it was me who killed Kranton Weller's daughter, and nothing I said or did could change their minds. 'Course some coins from the constable helped the judge make his decision. Just cause they're the law, don't mean they're fair or right." Tapping the side of his nose knowingly "Usually the biggest dung heap in town can be found where the courthouse is. Huh? How'd I end up in them flowers by the rock?" He drums his fingers on the bar as he continues on "Well, near as I can reckon it started back when I was a small lad and my father was taking me up to Fort Wayfare for my uncles funeral. I remember passing through these parts and seeing those ruins on the stone. I was always an inquisistive boy...least that's what Pa always said. I ran right over and study those ruins, tracing them, trying to commit them to memory so I could draw them once we got back home. Must been my lucky day or just plain fate that I got lucky enough to get bound to the stone. I learned years later those stones can bind a man to it and call him back from the brink of death. Not sure if it's worth it or not to tell ya the truth of it." He studies the man's reaction as he wets his lips with more juice. Nodding as he answers the man's next question "Pa was a researcher of sorts and he taught me for years. Mixing different powders and oils together, how to make a spark with your fingers, making light from the air, he had me so interested I studied day and night, trying to learn all he could teach me of the Al'noth."
He glancees around the tavern and leans nearer the man as he lowers his voice "Now those rofies, I ain't saying they're all bad, they think they're doing good for the people. But should a man pay a fine he can't afford or spend time away from his farm and family in jail for stealing food to feed his family? Laws are only as good as those who make them, and ain't many places I've been that a man ain't bent a law or two for the better of his family. Now I ain't saying we let those Corathians or them dark ears have their way, but you can try to outlaw them all you want and what's that get you at the end of the day. A lot of talk and filth walking the land hiding in disguises. I say let a man defend his own as he can and to the pits with the laws. Most folk do what's right as it is, they just want to see their family be healthy and hale. Laws only take their toll after the fact, a man's gotta have the freedom to act in the moment and protect what's his. If you don't let the bugger get away you never have to track him down to apply their bunk laws."
"Nope, he wasn't no powerful mage or nothing, just a man doing his best to raise a family. He knew enough of working with the Al'noth to earn a decent living, we weren't rich by any means, but Pa always found a way to get me enough books to learn how to weave the Al'noth. Over the years after Pa's death, I kept up on my studies." Let's out a long, quiet sigh "Little good it did me. A few lies, a bag of coins was all it took to best all my studying. I coulda tried using what I know to help me escape, but I ain't one for killing those who don't deserve it. Even the constable and judge, while I ain't liking them much, I'll see them deposed, embarrassed, humiliated, not killed. I've spent the last fifteen years studying what my father was teaching me about the Al'noth, whether it was with him when he was alive or with his books after his passing. I've learned enough to know that I want to learn more. That's the only way I'll be able to best Constable Harnel and Judge Welton. But I will get my revenge." Leathan winks at the man and stands with a groan, muttering as he turns to head up the stairs to his room for the night "I got to find a better way to travel."
