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When he was six years old after a strange storm where green thunder blasted through the clouds and acidic rain fell A swirling miasma of energy erupted from his chest over his heart. The strange symbol that stayed after that moment intrigued the boy, and when he finally had the courage to bring attention to it to his father he learned the truth.

The man whom had been raising him was not his father, A distant cousin, a member of a secret society called the riftwardens brought him as a toddler to stay with him. His foster father sent a letter to that cousin, and almost 6 months later the man arrived scooped Acesy up and drug him halfway across the Mendev.

The next 25 years of his life he spent in study under a mage who was almost as awkward and reclusive as the boy now studying under him. Still The young boy growing awkwardly into a man didn't mind, in fact he found the principles of wizardly to his liking. Even when it was hard to concentrate because he didn't sleep properly due to the occasional strange dream.

They almost always started the same way, swimming in darkness, a storm raging overhead. He always felt as if he were chasing after something, some grand thing that would make everything clear if he could just grasp it... but it always seemed to slip away.

His master never had answers, he always just posed questions to put the awkward youths mind spinning into more positive directions. As the years near the end of his learning tenure came to a close, the old wizard began to introduce him more and more into the secrets of the riftwardens, though the questions about his parentage remained elusive.

The day came when he was finally given his first assignment, and to his slight dismay it was to send him so very close to where he started, to the town of Egede along the lake of mists and veils as a school teacher, his mission was simple, to keep an eye among the children for further incidents of riftwarden parentage, and to send word if any were found. It was boring, it was droll, it was something he excelled at. The vivid haunting dreams he had dried up, and became nothing but a strange memory barely remembered.

That changed a year ago almost to the day. A dream... no no a nightmare really awoke the quiet teacher from his slumber bathed in a clammy cold sweat. He was being chased in the dream now, and was also doing the chasing. He realized he was chasing the storm, racing to get ahead of it, being pulled and drawn to stop something. His fevered dreams showed him now the town of Kenebres far to the west. The very next day, he gave his resignation and began heading west.

Every crusader of any rank salt and stripe he warned of the coming storm over Kenebras and while some listened at first... by the time of the assault on the wardstone most crusaders knew him as a decent mage, brave to a fault, just a little crazy with some doomsday end of the world fever dreams in his head... which was understandable considering Mendev's battle against the worldwound.

He was with a patrol of 30 stout men and women returning to Kenebras when Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, struck and even though they were still a good half hours ride from the city, the battle in the sky between Terendelev and the Storm king was visible and all the warnings in his dreams suddenly snapped into place. He was out of place, out of time, and people were dying. Bravely the 31 crusaders rode into the city, Bravely they fell one by one. AS night fell they were down to 12, Chaos raged everywhere and they continued to push forward. Sir Kesten fell, swarmed by a legion of Dretch. Lady Almathia murdered in cold blood by traitorous crusaders pretending to be wounded.

With the mornings dawn he found himself staggering in front of the Defender's Heart, out of spells, out of friends and half dead but not out of hope. Standing there in one of the last bastions of the town's defense another vision.. a waking dream this time, fluttered through his exhausted mind. He was standing somewhere dark, the feel of chaos and evil all about him, but he was there with others, and they were smiting the demons back pushing them back... Destiny, he felt, had more in store for him.

Acesy is by nature, quiet and unassuming.

He certainly is awkward around most folk, especially women folk who show any interest in him.A life of studying has left him remarkably unsure of how to handle those situations.