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About Hæktä¥r £åmnê†h

Hæktä¥r’s happiest memories are also some of his earliest, for his long life has been filled with sorrow. Running with carefree abandon through the tulips in the garden of the Church of Aroden, Hæktä¥r and his brothers and sisters didn’t know their idyllic childhood in Westcrown would soon be coming to an end. But then, no one could foresee the failed prophesy and disappearance of Aroden and the ensuing social upheaval it would cause. £ä¥golex £u†här £åmnê†h, High Elf of the Hallowed Highlands, and Ragnfríðr Sǫlveig Ástríðr-Bjǫrg, proud Ulfen maiden of the House of Hurlenspue, planned to raise Hæktä¥r and the rest of their children to walk in their parents footsteps: Prominent priests in the premier church in Cheliax. But after the disappearance of Aroden, an entire religion, and eventually an entire country, was left in disarray. Many priests began to serve Iomedae. Others, disillusioned, left religion entirely. A small minority, such as Hæktä¥r’s parents, clung to the belief that Aroden hadn’t died – he was merely missing, and would return to fulfill the prophesy. Within a few years, £åmnê†h and his family and followers were forced to flee to the outlying province of Galt, as civil unrest and hostility towards the Church of Aroden resulted in the lynching of several of the church’s remaining leaders…including Hæktä¥r’s mother. It would be his first loss, and the most painful, but certainly not his last. As Hæktä¥r grew into adolescence, he began to blame his father for his mother’s death, brought on by clinging to outdated, foolish, and dangerous religious beliefs. By the time he entered young adulthood, Hæktä¥r was already estranged from his father, and studying at Torvin Academy in Edme. When the revolution came, he gleefully joined the masses chanting, “The peasant’s rage can only be soothed by blood!” Why, he’d even assisted the magical team that helped develop the prototypes for the first Final Blades. So it was with great horror one day, early on in the revolution, that Hæktä¥r was reunited with his father in the most gruesome of ways: He saw his father and other family members being led to the chopping block. A struggle ensued, leaving Hæktä¥r so badly beaten that he had brain damage so severe that he’d never cast spells on his own again. Fleeing for his life, Hæktä¥r had nothing but the clothes on his back, and the head of his father under his arm. Concealing his identity, Hæktä¥r fled to Woodsedge, an independent enough town where he’d be able to seek refuge and bury his father’s head. Disillusioned with the revolution, and disgusted with himself for giving in to the bloodlust it encouraged, Hæktä¥r spent the next forty years dedicating himself to tracking down his relatives and helping them flee from Galt. This has given him a hatred of Andorans, thanks to that country’s policy of driving away Galtan refugees for fear of allowing bloodthirsty radicals in its mist. As such, Hæktä¥r trusts no god or government. An old man at this point, he has finally rescued as many family members as he can, and through the help of Venture Captain Eliza Petulengro has fled himself to Absolom. An expert in magical scrolls and devices, Hæktä¥r seeks to gain all he can from the Dark Archive, despite its Chelish roots. Is it worth the risk of joining the Pathfinders? This late in life, he’s got nothing to loose…