The Kingdom of Ruins
Escaped gladiator running from his captives at the colliseum searching for a home.
Born as a rare egg, his parents and community had high hopes for this youngling. Tragedy fell to his village before he was old enough to remember. Those that lived were quickly scattered and went either into hiding or enslaved by others. Bhardinn along with his mother Pruora were enslaved by a greedy merchant who had befriended them in hopes of selling them as slaves. Pruora sensing danger to herself and her son tried to escape the merchant, but was bonded and shackled and threatened by the loss of her son if she tried to escape again. Pruora only begged that she not be seperated from her son. Bhardinn and Pruora were sold to the colliseum trainers as a pair. Pruora would have to fight in the colliseum to ensure that her son lived. Bhardinn, still an innocent child, would never recall the deeds of his mother in the colliseum for his sake. By the time he was old enough to hold a wooden sword, he was thrust into training and taught never to question his so-called tutors. As his time in the training grounds went on for years taught only as a fighter, signs of his arcane powers started to show. The colliseum trainer knew full well that the youngling would someday show these signs. Knowing how well his purse would fill if the youngling could be taught to control this arcane energy, he changed his routines to those like his mother before. The trainer made sure all was kept quiet about Pruora and ensured the young one would never know of his mother. After years of training Bhardinn was thrust into the colliseum given the hopes of fame and fortune. Taught to fight smart and with a bit of recklessness he won his battles always giving the crowd entertainment. The promises of wealth and fame were not kept and betrayal seemed all he was getting. As word of his fame reached the outer cities, more challenging fighters would stand before him. It was then that whispers started to echo in the colliseum of how there was another who had shown his fighting style. Just as brash as he was, maybe a bit more elegent with their movements, but always as fierce as if they could strike from any distance with a pounce.