Kazalin grew up a different life than the others in Chelix. He was different, even from the other Tieflings in his small home town. His entire life he was bullied, by peers and his mother. He grew up on the streets without his father. The only thing he could find comfort in was his dreams. Dreams of a Chelix lady clad in beautiful armor. She always seemed to be waiting for him, waiting for him to do something. He tryed to find out what it was but he never could, so for years they watched each other in his dreams.
One day he and his mother left their small town and moved to another one for reasons unknown to Kazalin. While he was exploring this knew town he came across a beautiful building, and on the door, the same symbol that the lady in her dreams had on her shield. The woman he dreamt of must be inside this building! He ran to the steps and threw open the door! The inside of the building has even grander than the outside! The tapestries, the symbols, the armor on display! For a moment he forgot all about the woman, as he took in the sight of this place.
"You cannot be here! We don't want your kind in this place!" The voice broke Kazalin out of his trance. He saw a robbed man coming toward him. "Didn't you hear me? We don;t want your kind here! You are a disgrace!" The man pushed Kazalin out of the door, back into the street.
"No! I must enter this place! You must accept me! It is to Beautiful of a place to disallow anyone entrance!" Kazalin shouted at the man. "What must I do to gain entrance to this place?"
"Simple," replied the man, "Rid yourself of your demonic taint and bring me the head of your mother!" And with that the man was gone, sealing the doors behind him. Kazalin ran as fast as his feet could take him. I must enter that place! I must make them accept me! Soon he found himself at the local market, and at this market he found himself an unattended knife. Kazalin snatched the knife up and bolted into the ally. Slowly he lowered his pants...his tail would be the first to go. A muffled scream escape Kazalin's lips. He looked around quickly, but no one had heard. Good. He wasn't finished. He redressed himself and raised his knife toward his head. Marrow and blood poured down his face his he sliced both of his horns down into stubs. He staggered back to where he had found the knife and replaced it. Those who saw him did not interfere with the bloody tiefling.
He headed home, determined to enter the temple. He found his old sword, the only thing he had left from his father, and waiting. He waited until his mother came home. No sooner had she closed did Kazalin slice off her head. Placing it in a bag he rushed back to the temple and marched in.
"You again! What did ! te....' he say the blood covering Kazalin. "What did you do?! What is that!?" he screamed, pointing at the bag.
Kazalin smiled and held the bag up, "The head of my mother."
That was over two decades ago. He is now a fully fledged cleric of Iomedea. His time in her temple reveled to him who she was, and she now spoke to him in his dreams. He realized that she had been waiting for him to join her church before communicating with him, and reveled that she had a huge quest for him to under take when he had been properly trained for it. She also spoke to the priests at the temple in their dreams, telling them to train the tiefling.
After his time training and learning from the clerics and paladins in Chelix it was time for his quest. Iomedea appeared to him in a dream and told him to travel to Kenebres. Join the Mendev Crusades.
