Rasmuth Alsman's page

Even though Rasmuth still shows signs of the beating he received from Gaedren as a child in the form of scars, one leg slightly shorter than the other and a loss of some of the movement in his right arm Rasmuth has grown strong of Muscle and developed a strong face that commands respect.

Long hours spent in the catacombs of the temple of Pharasma have left Rasmuth pale of skin. But has allowed him to adapt to his lack of sight. Instead of normal eyes Rasmuth's are two orbs of pale white that glow with divine power when he casts a spell.

In the End Pharasma The Lady of Graves gets us all... For Rasmuth this came before he died...

Rasmuth Alsman was orphaned at a very young age and forced to grow up on the streets. He spent months after his mothers death to a plague trying to fend for himself. He was al but lost and dead when Gaedren Lamm found him. Rasmuth remembered thinking the world of Gaedren. He had been almost dead but was pulled back from the brink by this man. Gaedren was fully aware of this dyamic and took full advantage of Rasmuth' loyalty. Rasmuth once fed was always a little bit bigger... a little bit stronger.... a little bit more assertive then other children. Gaedren recognized these qualities in the boy and began to groom him to be an enforcer. Rasmuth would spend his days passing on Gaedrens instructions to other children, returning with their ill gotten gains for the day. Gaedren even began to teach Rasmuth to be an enforcer. More than once Rasmuth beat other children who had failed to meet their quota or displeased Gaedren in some other fashion. It didn't take long for this style of life to become normal for Rasmuth. Several years went by like this.

Things changed when Pharasma called Rasmuth to her. On the surface it didn't seem like much. It had all been because of a holy symbol carved from the top portion of a skull. Rasmuth to this days remembers the whorl pattern of pharasmas holy symbol etched into that piece of bone. It had called to Rasmuth, and he didn't know why but he kept it. Never before had Rasmuth been the one to hold something back from Gaedren. Rasmuth never found out how Gaedren found out about the holy symbol , but when Gaedren did he was furious. Rasmuth can still hear the mans words in hs head... If you love Pharasma so much you can go to her now.... Then came the beating. Blow after blow. Bones snapped, skin split... and the world went dark. Up until that moment Rasmuth had thought Gaedren had cared about him. It became clear however that this was not the case. Broken, bloody and permenantly blind, Gaedren had Rasmuth dropped off in the Necropolis by some of the other children. More than likely They had all thought Rasmuth was dead.

This is when he was found by one of the acolytes in the temple to Pharasma. Later the acolyte would claim that Pharasma had appeared to him in a ghostly form and lead him to Rasmuth. The church of course took the broken blind boy in and trained him in the ways of the faith. Slowly he healed and adapted.

These days Rasmuth wonders if it had been Pharasma's wish for him to die as a child. Had Gaedran pulled Rasmuth back from death when Rasmuth should have been dead. Perhaps this is why Pharasma eventually came to claim Rasmuth.

Rasmuth Vashnarstill grew up as someone who was used to being considered an elite in every sense of the word. His family was powerful and rich. He excelled in his studies learning much. People liked him and praised him for his cleverness and noble bearing. He was stronger and faster than other children. There was nothing about him that wasn't noble. Perhaps that is why the "accident" happened.

When he was 13 years old Rasmuth' family went to the capital to seek position with the queen and the Thrune family. Rasmuth was so excited by the prospects of going to the capital. Seeing the large buildings, all the Hell Knights, the Royal castle, the crowds... and maybe even a Devil or two.

While visiting the Royal Palace, a small group of Thrune Children took him on a tour of the grounds. He remembered being worried but the reassurances of his mother filled him with an assurance that everything would be okay. At first everything seemed amazing to Rasmuth. The other Noble children showed him around the grounds, they looked off the top of the battlements, played in the Royal Gardens, and then came the part of the tour where the other kids decided to show Rasmuth' the dungeons of the castle. He remembered the other kids opening the door... Rasmuth looking down the dark stairs leading under the castle, no lights at all. He even remembered the acrid smell of sulfur and the shrieking sounds of some sort of screams coming up from the dark. As Rasmuth turned one of the children pushed him, and he fell down the stairs into the dark. He landed at the bottom of the stairs in pain and started to get up when he heard the door at the top of the stairs close and lost all light. The next sensation he felt was pain as teeth and claws cut into him in the darkness there. He never found out what creature attacked him but the damage it did to the young noble was life changing.

A Priest of Asmodeus in service to the queen, was there and was able to heal much of the damage at the very least preserving Rasmuth' life. But the damage done to Rasmuth by whatever creature had been in the shadows was beyond the powers of the cleric. Rasmuth's family left the Capital and returned to Kintargo where they paid healer after healer to tend to the young mans wounds. It wasn't until a priest of Abadar came and looked at Rasmuth that things started to look up, He could tell that this boy had a calling from Abadar. He looked at Rasmuth and didn't offer to heal him... but instead offered to train him. To teach him the codices of Abadar to instruct him and help him find purpose.

Against his families wishes Rasmuth began his training. As he gained faith his body slowly healed. Bit by bit he got some of his movement back. Ten years later he still bears many of the scars from that incident. He doesn't move as quickly as he once did, and his vision is meaningless but his other senses have adjusted and he has developed a sixth sense that lets him avoid dangers others are unaware of.

Now as the Rebellion begins Rasmuth finds his loyalties divided. He has always wanted to defend the order and stability that comes from following the Laws of the Land, but he sees the way that the Thrune family abuse their responsibilities. He would never have considered open rebellion... But recently something changed. There was a speech given by the new representative of the queen in Kintargo. As Barzillai Thrune gave his speech a cold chill had run up the back of Rasmuth. He recognized that voice. He knew that man. He couldn't see the man as he gave his speech, he had been to far away, but he had recognized the voice and the face of a young boy came rushing into Rasmuth mind. Barzillai had been the ringleader... the child that had laughed as he pushed Rasmuth down the stairs and slammed the door shut so many years ago. Suddenly Rasmuth found his reservations about open rebellion begin to waiver...