Gexi was raised among the sewers beneath the streets of Egorian, the capital city of Cheliax. One of a young brood born in a small enclave of black market alchemists, Gexi spent many hours among the venomous vermin and crops they kept as both food and ingredients. Unfortunately, disaster struck before Gexi was much older than a pup.
Gexi still does not remember much of that cycle. There were screams and running, and fires. His brood was lead out into the greater tunnels but they found no escape there. He remembers a smell, it overpowered the scent of burning fur, but the never saw the source. He saw his fellow pups fall behind and soon found himself alone, cowering in fear. He was grabbed, carried, and all he could do is scream as well.
After a moment Gexi twisted and saw he was being carried by an unrecognized ysoki. He knew a merchant’s caravan has come by, but he had been too young to go see. It soon became clear this ysoki was from that caravan and they somehow had rescued Gexi. They ran deeper into the tunnels until they found others from the caravan, but they never found anyone from Gexi’s enclave.
Once the caravan was safely away, the saviors introduced themselves. Jokul was a scout, and it was he who found Gexi at first. His mate, Linn, was an herbalist and merchant. She had been looking for certain mushrooms from Gexi’s cave, which was why Jokul had come looking when trouble struck. They had a young brood already and figured Gexi could join them as they travelled to their next stop in the Darklands.
Many years passed, Gexi grew beside his many adopted siblings. Jokul instilled some scouting skills, teaching him how to survival away from the cities and especially below the surface world. It was Linn though, that taught him the most. None of Gexi’s adopted brood showed interest in Linn’s work, but Gexi took to it immediately. Herbalism was her focus, but she had picked up many techniques of a traditional alchemist. Gexi’s natural comfort with venoms and his hardy stamina with them lead to him focusing on poisons of all sorts.
During the years of travelling, both on the surface and among the darkness, the rests were filled by Jokul’s stories. Jokul’s youth was also spent among the caravan trails, but he yearned for more. He wanted to impress the young Linn (though she always reminded him, she was already impressed) and needed fame and fortune to do so. It was during one trip upon the surface that Jokul found his chance, and he loved telling the stories of his brief but successful life of adventure.
Jokul had come to Breachill, and heard of their Call for Heroes. Jokul borrowed a suit of armor and some arms, and went forth to find adventure. Gexi would listen intently, and as he grew, he began to feel the same desire of fame and fortune he heard about.
Now, in his seventieth seventh season, the caravan approached Breachill. Gexi prepared to for the Call for Heroes. He gathered his tools, his arms, and modified his heavy apron to serve as armor. Jokul and Linn encourage him, knowing among their brood, only Gexi would be so brave as to strike out on his own.
