Doom

Altar was scion of a wealthy, powerful house in Caliban, trained as usual in the sorcerous arts and inducted into the Okuul. He was always unmotivated and aloof, and his mother strained to find ways to keep him engaged while his father strove to impart upon him the importance of upholding the duties of the house he would one day rule. They found little success, though Altar was quite interested in the subjects of occult lore and ancient history, particularly of the dwarves. One day, in poking his nose where he shouldn’t, he came across an incantation in a dusty, forgotten tome stuffed under a bookshelf in the basement of his library. He tried to pronounce some of the words and found himself incanting the litany and unsealing a demonic force who then set about sucking the contents of his house into a portal to a hell-dimension.
Flames began to consume the collapsing structures and hellish abominations walked the grounds; Altar ran into the flames to find the portal! the creature had killed his entire family and was about to close the portal, forever sealing their souls into eternal slavery and torment, but Altar held open the portal with sheer will, and called out to a minor goddess he had read about, thought forgotten: Xantcha, Lady of Sorrows, to see that these souls don't get stolen away but get to go to their proper rest - that he would do anything in return but not to let their souls be damned to eternal torment by this vile creature.
To his surprise, a response was given, and he was given the power to pull their souls from the demon's grasp and close the portal. The hellspawn were banished and his family's souls put to rest - though all were still dead. The flames were out, but his estate was in ruins. the smoke from the fires had burned his throat and stolen his voice. The visions of the hell-dimension had turned his hair from black to white. A raven appeared with eyes of blood and he knew: the bird was a construct, his to command, but through it a voice spoke into his mind: "my bidding will be known to you".
He had no heart to try to build back an estate or family. He laid to rest the bodies that remained, took what valuables he could and left it all to wander the world. The Lady called to him and indicated some miscreants whose time on this world had finished - he was to show them the way beyond. He found them cutting throats and purses in an alley, and he showed them the way to the land of death. He had never read of such vengeance in the tales of Xantcha - was this even her? In time, he decided that it almost surely was not - but if not her, exactly whom did he serve? She seemed mostly fair and reasonably just in the lives she demanded - at least so far - but one thing that ate at him was the way that, when he took the lives she required, he had the unsettling sensation that the souls flowed not to the afterlife, but into her - like they became a part of her, strengthening her.
The more he traveled, the more Altar found he wanted to go farther and farther from home - he couldn’t get far enough from Caliban and the Doom of his house. In the end, he realized he cared little for who he was before and what he might have intended to do with his life. It made no sense: that man was dead along with his family and all connections to that life. All that was left was a creeping doom that waited for all those who would be selected by his mysterious mistress.

Doom indeed, he thought: that’s what I am, and all I am. And thenceforth he was called only by the name Doom, which was the only name he could justify for himself.

Current Location

Kyneslund

Species

Human

Ethnicity

Calibanite Blooded Magi

Age

31

Gender

Male