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About Axium Leroung

I am kind-hearted and more of a pacifist if violence can be avoided.

My name is Lord Axium Pernicus Leroung II. I was Born a with an arcane bloodline to House Leroung. Long descendent of Sheel Leroung and son of Axium Pernicus Leroung I.

Ever since I was young I have wanted to know my own history and the history of my country. My arcane bloodline was a point of severe interest for me, but the laws of Queen Abrogail II, the church of thrull, and the hellknights seemed an insurmountable barrier.

My brother faught in chelish military but talked openly of the horrors of war. Again the harshness of our laws and rulers was unavoidable as he was shunned and when he died his memory tarnished.

Since then I had been attempting to infiltrate the political structure to help overthrown the government. I feel foolish even considering such a feat. The very gates of hell are open against me. My brash skills in arcane spellweaving and the and the limited aid Jemet can provide remain theonly reason I still live, almost being caught dozens of times. After the death of my brother, I decided to begin my infiltration with the military.

My noble ties and my abilities, unpolished as they are, brought me some level of recognition from my commander; however, the recognition was not commendable in battle. My skills, he believed, could serve a larger purpose and enlisted me in a program to become a spy who could pass into Andoran without trouble – the very skill General Arionus Dexter was after.

My plan seemed to be going better than I had dreamed. The chance to get close to Arionus meant a better chance at getting close to the queen. The rest of my plan, of course, did not exist yet, but I felt I was off to a good start. How wrong I been. My “testing” to become a spy was nothing more than a trap. My first week near Arionus’s headquarters ended with me
getting caught investigating the headquarters by a tail my old commander had advised be put on me. He was the same commander my brother served under. Our father. Dispising the idea of another child embarrassing the family he kept my betrayal quiet, but rather than helping me, he banished and disowned me on serious enough charges to be rid of me but
innocent enough that rather than soiling his name by convicting me for treason, made him look more reputable to his zealous piers. He swore he’d kill me if he saw me again or I returned to Cheliax.

I pleaded with him to see the things my brother and I had. My pleas went unheard. I cannot say for certain if I hate or love him. Yes he spared me, but it was for selfish motives. And I can’t say for certain whether or not he will change his mind and send assasins after me. Until that happens, if it does, I’ll just keep an ear to the ground and be wary, attemting to forge a new life for myself and stop injustices I see that mirror what I’ve known. I will become the best sorcerer the world has ever seen and return to have my vengeance.
I will be returning to Cheliax, but not to sneak around. To enter hell itself if I must.