Prologue:
Deivo led a very normal life, In fact he led a very boring life. Most of the time was spent helping his parents with their traveling circus, most people would find this thrilling, but after years of setting up and then taking down tents, cleaning animal cages, and generally not having any free time Deivo grew bored.
He felt that if he was going to spend all his time traveling he should be getting something out of it. If not paid, he should at least get to see the sites, sleep with the woman, and drink a little of the local brew. All things he never had time to do while working for his parents circus. So he told his parents that he wanted to begin his own path and carve his own niche in the world. His parents agreed that he needed to do what he wanted to do in life and welcomed his decision. His sister was saddened to see him go, and gave him her two star knives to remember her by in hopes he would put them to better use than she had put them to recently.
The night before he was ready to leave Deivo was celebrating with other carnival performers and had to much to drink and passed out while relieving himself out in the bushes. He awoke hours later to a firestorm raging all around him and the screams all around him from all too familiar people. He heard his sister wailing and ran to her, she was on fire and he watched in horror as her skin began blackening in front of his eyes and her hair catching fire.
He crashed through walls of flame to catch her before she even fell, whipping his cloak off as he ran to wrap her in a protective embrace. She was going into shock and staring past him as he continued to run through the flames. Flames that seemed to be parting for him and leaving no trail of burn in his wake.
Her eyes still looked to his as he told her for the thousandth time she would be all right. He stood waist deep in the Thistle River nurseing wounds that took her life hours before. He stayed there with her all night, and not until morning when some townfolk found him and wrestled him to shore did he realize she was gone, along with the rest of his family.
He wanders now from city to city, in search of who or what caused the fire. This is something he can never find, because it was only an accident that took his family's life, an accident unbeknown to him that he actually caused. Deivo has spent all of his familys remaining fortune to arrange a 'gentle repose' spell to be cast on his sisters body every day until he can return with enough funds to buy a raise dead spell.
Deivo's friend Yedmund does this for him for free out of sympathy for him, and used the money to buy a small private graveyard where her body is kept until he returns. He has spent months casting heal spells on the body even though there is no life remaining to restore his sister to the beauty that was taken from her that night.
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