Dark Sun - Pathfinder
I come from a small tribe of half-giants, located almost 3 days south of Urik near a small and muddy (and previously undiscovered) spring in the Great Alluvial Sand Wastes. I never knew my mother and was told she died right after giving birth to me. I always felt that my father, Durg, blamed me for her death, even though he never said it. I am short in stature for a half-giant, and I have always worked harder to overcome this, particularly since my father is a mountain of a half-giant and both respected and feared for his martial prowess. Because of my hard work and devotion, I became stronger and tougher than most of my brethren. My father had another son with a younger female half-giant. I always felt as though he was the favorite, which drove my even harder to gain his approval.
One particularly hot day, I took down my first Inix on a hunting expedition, and that was the first time my father told me he was proud of me. It felt like all my hard work finally paid off. The next day the slavers came lead by a templar from Urik (who I later found out to be Izdubar, the Yellow Robed). My father fought in a fit of rage (barbarian). I thought he would never stop, but there were too many. They finally brought him down. His dying words were “Gigus, protect your brother”. The slavers took us, but I was able to break free of my bonds that night. I immediately ran—without any gear—hoping that I could get away and come back with help. The slavers persued me for a couple hours, but as their mounts were tethered for the night, I escaped (clearly, they did not have the endurance that I did).
Without water or shade, the sandy wastes eventually got the best of me, and I collapsed. When I awoke to the feeling of cool water rushing down my throat, I recognized the man crouching over me—an older human earth cleric named Sa’nul from the next closest village (4 days away), who would occasionally roam the sandy wastes aiding villagers in agricultural techniques. He had helped us in the past to make our soil fertile enough to grow a few crops; before that, we had to rely on hunting, and life was much harder. I would always talk to him alot when he visited us. He always said the he felt I was destined for something great. I am guessing he saw something in me that I did not.
After finding me and nursing me back to health, he began teaching me the ways of earth, and the struggles of Athas, which I graciously accepted. My already intense hate for the sorcerer kings and their templars grew once I fully understand how much of Athas’s damage they were responsible for. I have made it my goal to fight all who try to destroy our world, and any friend of the sorcerer kings are enemies of mine. I have since searched for my brother and have heard that he is enslaved in Urik. I currently do not have the means to save him, but I am growing more powerful and gathering powerful allies in the hopes of freeing him some day.
After hearing of Tyr’s freedom, Sa’nul recommended that I go there, and that I may learn information about my brother’s status in Urik. Since there are so many newly freed slaves and gladiators roaming the city—and with no other logical place to go—someone may have previously been in Urik and know something. He told me to seek out an elderly nobleman named Calistenes Akhal. His family ran both silk and crodlu farms, and Calistenes had sought Sa’nul’s help on numerous occasions when Sa’nul lived in a village near Tyr. Calistenes always appreciated Sa’nul’s advice, followed it exactly, and had a deep respect for the earth. He was also generous in payment, and Sa’nul think that, if Calistenes is still alive, he will try to help me.