Dagan al’Kar

Name: Dagan al’Kar
Age: 25
Birthplace: Fal Dara
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 185 lbs
Dagan is the only son of a seamstress named Shari, who
raised him by herself his entire life. He knew his
father as only a name, Peaten al’Kar, a dark assassin
who fathered many children in his travels. Dagan was
the first of these, and watched the most closely from
afar. His mannerisms are in every way identical to
Peaten’s. Though a man of good intentions (at least
early on in life), he often lets a hot temper get the
better of him.
As a boy, he was always in trouble. Fights were the
most common cause of his troubles, often with the
wrong kind of people. When he was 17, he got into an
argument with soldiers in a tavern. Feeling
disrespected, Dagan challenged them. It was not long
before he was arrested and put into the prison of Fal
Dara keep for the third time. After talking to his
mother, as he was still a boy, it was decided that he
be enlisted into the army of Shienar. This was a life
changing move for Dagan. The hot-headed youth was
repeatedly disciplined for his actions. Slowly but
surely, the boy became a man.
After over two years of repeated trouble and
discipline, Dagan had become a model soldier. He
excelled in all aspects of battle and embraced them.
It wasn’t until yet another year he was changed once
again. Three years of training had finally made him
battle-ready… maybe too much so. His first trip into
the Blight was beautiful to him. The sounds and the
smells of battle enthralled him. It was a place where
his native passion and years of anger could finally
come out. His first taste of blood was exhilarating.
Afterwards, he was slowly returning to his old ways.
When he was 21, the final piece of his downfall was
set. In the back alleys of Fal Dara, he was attacked
by two men. With both subdued, he gave them each a
chance to leave before he arrested them, because they
looked like beggars and he had pity on them.
“The Great Lord take you.” One spat.
“Darkfriends!” Dagan unsheathed his sword, “I should
kill you now.”
“Do it.” Another voice came from behind him. “They do
be scum. The lowest of the low.”
Dagan turned around to see a short man, with no
visible weapon. His face though, was clearly one that
had no fear in it, even with a sword in his face. “Are
you one of them?”
“One of them? If you mean a sad beggar that only half
believes in the Dark… no. But if you do mean a Friend
of the Dark… that I do be.” Before Dagan could raise
his sword all the way, the man had his wrist pinned up
to the wall with one hand, and his throat wit the
other. “I do be here to help you. Do no make me kill
you. Your father did trust me to look after you.”
“You know my father?” Dagan struggled to get loose,
but the man’s grip was like a vise. “Who are you? My
father would never associate with… one of you.”
“You do no have any clue who your father was. He…”
“Was? You mean he’s dead?”
“Aye. And I did see it with my own eyes, so it do be
true. He was did be my Master, and I his Apprentice.
My name do be Xander do’Rain. Peaten was the greatest
swordsman I did ever see… one of the best since Jaerom
himself. He died fighting one of those Witches pets,
the best they have had in since Jaerom. Peaten was
sent to kill only the best… only those worthy of his
services. It was the best fight I did ever see.” He
let go of Dagan as he reached behind him. He held a
wicked looking dagger, with the blade over a foot
long. It was curved at the tip and serrated at the
base. It was masterfully forged, better made and
probably more expensive than any sword in Fal Dara.
“It was one of his. He did want you to have his
things. Some may take some time to get back… his
ashanderei the Warder did take back to the Witches.
Forged in Thakan’dar it was. The greatest of all
weapons forged since the Age of Legends.”
“So why now? What do you want from me?”
“Of all of his children… you did be his favorite. We
did be watching you grow up whenever we could. He did
see much of him in you… and you were the first.”
Dagan could hardly see. He couldn’t have been more
stunned if the man had punched him. “I… I couldn’t…
I’m not like… that.”
“He did want you to become one of us. I did see you
over the years. You do be restricted by this rag tag
army. Who is one man to tell another how to act… what
to feel? Your father did make the same decision, as
did I. You do be a man, act like it. The only rules I
do follow do be my own, and those of the Great Lord,
of course.”
“I… I can’t. This is too much. My father… Can you
teach me? To be like him?”
“Only if you turn… if you truly turn, heart and soul
to the Great Lord of the Dark.”
Dagan sank to his knees, half involuntarily. “I pledge
my soul to the Great Lord of the Dark. I will kill the
man that killed him. If it takes pledging my soul and
forsaking the Light… I will get revenge.”
“Good.” Xander pulled Dagan to his feet. “I can no
teach you… not now. The leader of this Circle will
contact you soon. He will tell you more about the
rules for this particular circle. As Peaten’s son,
your name may become known to higher circles. But do
no think your name will save you. Those that know it
will respect it. But to the Eyeless, a name means
nothing. Peaten al’Kar killed Myddraal, Dagan does
not. To them, you are nothing but a worm. To the
Chosen, you are less.”
Dagan almost fell to his knees again. “The Forsaken
are loose. But how? And what would they want with me?”
“The Chosen may find some interest in you because you
are an insider in one of their enemy’s armies. Do no
think you are the only one. But I repeat, you are less
than nothing to them. Even your father was nothing
more than a fancy weapon in their arsenal. The son of
al’Kar may have a more dangerous path through the
ranks than the father did.”
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