The Shadows of Katapesh
My name is Victorio DeGarn and I am looking for a horizon. Where does my story begin? With my itchy feet that tend to lure me to new horizons? No. With my talent for both magic and the a blade? No again. Where to start but at the begin, my parents. My father was Androz DeGarn. Yes, THE Androz DeGarn of Varisian city of Magnimar, merchant extraordinaire. My mother was Amelia Sothrani an escapee from the insanity that is Cheliax. Although my parents both loved me and my siblings it was easy to get lost in the confusion of eight children. Mother was nurturing, father believed that hard work and focus would lead to success. As strict as his lessons were it is hard to question the wisdom of someone who started his career as a mercenary guard from the Shores and died in a mansion in the Marble District.
As mentioned above I have six brothers and one sister, me being the least of the litter. In some ways it was a blessing having older brothers to watch over me and teach me things mother wished they hadn’t, in others ways it was oppressive always having someone watching your every move and telling you what you should do. Luckily Uncle Tyrel escaped with my mother or maybe mother was able to escape because of Uncle Ty. His magic was my escape, offsetting the rigid training of my father and tutors with a more relaxed learning environment. Uncle Ty was truely amazed and proud when we discovered that I was able to mix his magical teachings with the bladework I had learned. It was as though the regimented structure of my martial trainings actually allowed me to focus more intently on the eldritch arts.
In my sixteenth year my world collapsed like a windblown house of cards. Father died of a severe case of palsy and my dear Mother died from a plague that ravaged the city. Grief led to Uncle Ty leaving to find the next horizon. With my father gone my eldest brother, Mathis, was left in charge of the family business. My older brothers were either firmly fixed in the family business or well placed apprentices to other merchants and bankers. I had more than a small amount of talent for the family business, but lacked the wisdom to keep from pointing out Mathis’ mistakes in public. He decided that his youngest brother really didn’t have a place in the business or even Magnimar and gave me a pocket full of gold and the bums rush to the city gate.
Several ocean voyages and a few rediculously high exchange fees and I find myself in Katapesh City at the other end of the world. I have taken to using a bastardization of my father and mothers surnames lest anything I left in Magnimar finds its way to Katapesh, here I am known as Garn Soth. I have found myself in a diverse group that has joined together to find adventure and hopefully a good bit of treasure in the area around Katapesh. We are a rather motley crew but so far we are getting the job done. Oh, did I mention that we have become merchants in this fair city? My how the gods must be laughing at that part of my story. Perhaps some tomorrow will see me return to Magnimar a merchant prince, laden with gold and treasure. The price of it would pale beside of what I would get from seeing the look on dear brother Mathis’ face.
Ah, but that is tomorrows horizon to find.