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About Lore Militain

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Lore's first memory was of him appearing in a small bedroom, smelling strongly of ink, paper, leather, and something he couldn't identify. He noticed the figure sitting up in his bed, grinning to himself and letting his body go slack as he falls backwards. "My life's work.. is now a reality..." And let out a loud, final, exhale, passing before his eyes. The Tiefling could feel something entering under his skin, but wouldn't be aware of what it was until he would leave his 'home'.

Over the next year, he absorbed everything he could find inside his Creator's home. Reading books upon books and exploring the immediate area outside of the small home tucked away in a place he'd learn was called The Shadow Marsh. His creator, Lorcras Militain, was a studious and well-read Half-Orc. Having kept volumes of various kinds of books about history, geography, monsters, cook books, magic, etc. There was also this one book that he couldn't open, no matter what he attempted to do. It was immune to damage, he couldn't pick the lock, and he didn't have the aptitude to dispel whatever magic might be holding it sealed. The book was simply titled 'Shaping A New World: Biography of Lorcras Militan'.

When Lore felt he was ready, he stuffed whatever he thought he'd need into his Creator's old Haversack, said goodbye to the grave he had made for him, and left with his first Astral Construct, Slim. Disguises and shaped as an Orc as he made his way across the swamp. He figured having such a large, hulking creature at his side, folks would largely leave him be. And for the first few towns and cities, he was right. He barely got a sideways glance when he sat at an inn table, or did shopping for supplies.

The very first person to approach him was a Gnome who identified himself as Arnedian Uronar, a Wizard. Lore himself was rather excited to meet an actual Wizard, and the two started swapping notes over a few mugs of ale. It wasn't until the Tiefling, who couldn't hold his alcohol, let slip that he wasn't actually a Tiefling. And openly confessed that he wasn't sure WHAT he was. But he existed, and wanted to continue doing so, even if he's a construct made by someone else.

After that, the inn erupted into a fight. The Gnome summoning monsters to fight Lore's own construct while they flung spells and powers at one another. All the while claiming that 'he shouldn't exist' and was 'upsetting the natural balance of the world and magic'. He managed to escape after altering his form to give him enhanced speed, with his Orc 'bodyguard' not far behind. He patched him up and started heading further East, making his way to a port that memorized from his hours of map-reading. News hadn't yet reached this town, so he was able to purchase tickets for the both of them, and started off across the sea. Sailing towards the city of Ardhmen in the hopes of getting far away from the hostile Gnome, and finding another grand source of information to find a way to preserve himself.

Shortly after setting foot in Ardhmen, he was approached by a cloaked figure. Claiming that they can 'help him answer his most burning questions'. TO which he pointedly refused, and brushed past the figure, his 'Orc' bodyguard shooting a warning glare. He had learned from such a mistake the first time, and wouldn't be fooled again. He purchased a room for himself at the local inn, and started gathering information about the surrounding area. As well as whatever information he could find about Psionics, growing rumors or his creator Lorcras Militain.