Jesset remembers the day the slavers decended upon his family's settlement as a haze of smoke and fire and screams. Taken in the dark
and bound, the litorian youth seethed at the injustice and powerlessness he was experiencing. Trussed up and unceremoniously deposited in the
back of a wagon, then the stinking hold of a sailing vessel, Jesset's first memories of Ptolus was the soft thud as the ship bumped against
a dock, hidden deep in a cave under the cliffs of Ptolus. Pulled into the blinding light of torches, he was introduced to his new master, Btuss,
a huge half-orc with scars all over his body. Quickly , Jesset learned he was to train, become a fighter in the underground pit fights and die
for the profit of his owners. However, Jesset did not die. He learnt all of Btuss' lessons, killing with abandon, his fury fuelling his natural
abilities. One day he was awaiting his next opponent and a great tumult erupted from the legion of spectators. A great host of shining warriors
crashed into the unsuspecting audience, a pitched battle that fell down into the pit. Fighting for his life, Jesset was struck senseless and fell,
buried under countless bodies.
When he awoke, it was in a soft cot, a room , soft light, incense that caused his muzzle to wrinkle, but was not unpleasant.
His many wounds were tended by a gentle human, one Keveik, a priest of Lothian. With calm words and gentle movements, the man
brought Jesset back from the brink of death. As he did , he taught, through deed and word of the glory of Lothian and the role his servant could
make in the world. His own culture stolen from him, Jesset grasped the lifeline that Keveik offered him.
As his health improved, Jesset began to excercise in the enclosed yard, showing his martial prowess. He knew the priests were studying him,
trying to see how best he could serve Lothian. Eventurally, Keveik approached the litorian on day and offered him a place in the ranks of
Lothian's inquisitors - an opportunity to harness his anger in the service of the greater good and strike down the enemies of good .
Jesset jumped at the opportunity, excelling in the training, despite being the only litorian to be so trained. His initial success led his superiors
to allow Jesset a bit more latitude in how he went about his mandate; allowing his natural prowling instincts to uncover unsavoury activities.
