Horus Akentirh

Horus Akentirh is the twin brother to Seuvekh. The two twins were born to a poor family in a remote hamlet in the black dragonlands. Tragically Horus'

### Relatives

Ahmen Akentirh, Silia Akentirh and Seuvekh Akentirh

## Physical description

### Eye color

Heterochromatic

family met a gruesome fate following attack on their village separating Horus and Seuvekh. Horus has grown to be a hard working, diligent and pragmatic man of great ambition. To Horus the ends justify the means, even if at times the line between magi and aberrant is blurred.

## Horus' Youth

Horus and Seuvekh shared a happy childhood together on their parents farm. Far from the politics of the distant cities, free from the eyes of abberant minions the Akentirh family was enjoyed a quite life as simple farmers. Horus' father Ahmen was a quiet and gentleman who was devoted to the worship of Aethar and raised his children accordingly. Ahmen never raised his voice and avoided conflict, never resorting to physical punishment as he raised his two sons. Horus' mother Silia suffered from serious health issues including a skin issue which frequently left her bedridden. In her brief moments of good health she assisted other people in the village as something of a village witch though Horus and Seuvekh were too young to know the details.

## The Destruction of the Village

When Horus and Seuvekh were still young their village was attacked. Seuvekh was captured in the carnage while Horus was sent by Ahmen to seek the aid of the nearby garrison.

When Horus returned to the burning village with a few dozen men from the nearby Republic garrison he found his old life in ruins. The militia put out the fires and dug up survivors from the rubble. The sergeant explained to Horus that his family were not among the survivors. His brother, mother, and father presumed dead, their bodies lost to the flames. Horus was despondent, he had failed.

Upon reaching the neighboring city of Albiel Horus and the other refugees prepared for a harsh winter on the streets. But, Horus was saved from a life of poverty and despair by his uncle. Horus had never met Uncle Fillian before. His father had spoken of his brother but they were anything but close. Indeed Father seemed to talk of Fillian more with fear than brotherly love. Yet what choice was there for Horus? Fillian, though a frightening and strange man, was his only avenue towards a better future.

As Fillian brought Horus back to his home in Horus was struck by his uncle's wealth. Horus had been raised as a simple farmer, but here, his Uncle lived in one of the city's largest estates. Fillian was a busy man, supposedly one of the city's most successful merchants. Fillian was a cold, harsh and unforgiving master. Horus spoke with a rural accent and for Fillian that simply would not do. Horus could barely read and only spoke Common. Horus had never lifted a sword in his life, all of that simply would not do. Fillian set a high bar, and failure meant punishment.

At first Horus resented his treatment, and yearned to live as he had before, innocently and without the pressure of a lording uncle. Yet in time Horus began to respect his uncle. Fillian was more than a merchant, he was a wizard and a powerful one at that. When Fillian met with other merchants, or with old friends from college, they bowed half in respect and half in fear.

As Horus reflected on his past he realized that Fillians pragmatism and mental strength put the idealism of his father to shame. If Horus was strong as Fillian had been could he not have saved his town and brother? A word of magic, or steady blade may have been enough to save his family. Horus was weak just like his father. Weakness, simply, would, not, do. Eluseus after the schism had no room for Humanity to rest on its laurels, or wax poetic about God's divine plan. Horus began to realize that in Eluseus the strong do as they please and the weak do as they must.

Fillian took note of Horus’ improved attitude and was impressed (even if he did not show it) by Horus’ intense work ethic. In time Fillian trained Horus in Draconic and began to teach him basic incantations. Horus was anything but talented. Indeed, he struggled at every turn to master language and magic which were so alien to a boy born to farmers on the frontier.

## The University of Daedrux

When Horus was 16 he was accepted (after much prodding and assistance from his Uncle) to The University of Daedrux in the beholder lands to the north. As Horus boarded a caravan headed North the piercing eyes of Fillian softened. Was it fear for his nephew? Pity perhaps? The caravan took weeks but in time Horus reached the vast city of Daedrax’s realm, far larger than anything in the barrow republic.

While at first Horus was thrilled at the idea of receiving a full education, maybe even making friends with fellow magic users, the reality at Daedrux was far from what he imagined. Horus had been accepted to the prestigious officers academy of the Bladed Stalk which trained young wizards for war. Horus, may have abandoned the idealism of his father and was hardly the most pious Caetharn but fighting in an aberrants army? That seemed a bit much even for him. Still, the chance to learn and gain power was welcome, and Horus knew better than to second guess such an opportunity.

The other students were on the whole, far richer, far more powerful, and far more experienced than Horus. Most of them were born to elite families who were loyal servants of the Tyrant and who had been raised with service as a war mage in mind since childhood. Horus was ostracized, bullied, harassed by teacher and student alike. Horus struggled in classes despite hours and hours of diligent work and his grades suffered. Horus was, yet again, too weak to save himself so he appealed to his Uncle in a letter only to receive no response.

Yet in time Horus was approached by an upperclassman, Vorince, who offered to tutor him. In time Vorince revealed that he too was from the dragonlands, and that Horus had been recognized for his relation to Fillian. Indeed, Horus’ family were old members of a prestigious group on campus.

## After Daedrax

After fleeing the university Horus began to wander Karvhat working odd jobs for local wizards or alchemists. Horus was bitter that a man of his ability was reduced to performing petty trick magic yet what choice did he have?

Horus could feel a pull. For years he had wondered if his Brother was truly dead, he could swear he could feel something, like his brother calling out. His Brother was alive, he knew it, and he would do whatever it took to find him.