About Seltyiel - Pregen
For years, Seltyiel sat rotting in a dungeon, listening to the dark whispers that fanned his sense of anger and betrayal. Now released, he wields the magic he has learned in a quest for vengeance.
Born from a dead mother amid screams and disgrace, this sickly half-elf—bastard son of the duped Lady Phiaura Bhrostra and the brigand-sorcerer Lairsaph, the so-called Feign Prince of Cheliax’s Whisperwood—Seltyiel would never have lived had he remained in his stepfather’s clutches. Through guile and illusion, he was conceived as a living disgrace to the sonless Bhrostra family, who had long hunted the woodland bandits. Two weeks before Seltyiel’s thirteenth birthday, with the bedridden youth already nursing a thrice-broken arm, a drunk and enraged Lord Bhrostra rampaged into the bastard’s attic room. Catching the unsuspecting lord below the waist, the boy’s blow sent him tumbling down the steep attic stairs. Seltyiel stared down at his stepfather’s unconscious body in terror. Without a word to his sister, the bloodied and crippled half-elf fled into the Whisperwood that night.
Three brigands found the youth. Terrified, Seltyiel repeated the name he’d heard Lord Bhrostra curse a thousand times—Lairsaph—and as luck would have, Lairsaph was the bandits master. The Feign Prince gave the boy the name Seltyiel—a corruption of the elven word for malicious humor—and sought a use for the youth.
Gradually, as the boy grew into a young man, he cultivated a quiet intellect and began collecting the merchants’ letters, ledgers, and books, which the bandits discarded. Slowly he taught himself to read, first Taldane, then other languages. As he neared his twentieth birthday, he made his greatest discovery in a treasure-stripped caravan wagon: a book of simple magic.
In the half-elf ’s twenty-third year, Lairsaph and his thugs made a daring robbery, stealing a fully loaded tax wagon headed to Egorian. Seltyiel was captured and left to rot in a dank Chelish dungeon for nearly 5 years.
During Seltyiel’s imprisonment, the whispers came. They reminded him of his fear, his violent youth, his loathing, and his betrayal. They told him much: tales of ancient magic, paths to lost treasures with feckless guardians, and the names of beings who could teach him forbidden secrets. For years he listened, and his soul turned to steel. He knew that if he were to ever have anything, he needed to take it himself.
In 4707 AR, Seltyiel was released. He walked from Egorian to Westcrown, murdering two thieves along the way, then bought passage on a ship, not caring about its destination. He decided to kill his fathers—but first, he would have power.