Greetings, I am Natolii Azeraith Soulbinder, I am the only living offspring of General Saris Soulbinder. My father was a General in the ShadowKnights of Neblis and a trusted confidant of Asmodius Stormbender. Only six men held this confidence, Thegrin Hellsoul, Steel Widdowmaker, Evan Valor, Darian Deathblade, Kharn Bloodknight, and my father Saris. That was until Asmodius was killed at the hands of Thegrin Hellsoul. Darian Deathblade trapped Thegrin's soul in his blade as he exacted justice on behalf of his leader. Because of Hellsoul's treachery the generals took their divisions and went into hiding. My father heading to the north with my mother, Melisan, who was pregnant.
The running and hiding took a toll on mother's health. On one dark night she gave birth naming me Natolii. The birthing was so prolonged and difficult that it killed my mother, leaving Saris to raise me. He was bitter at the lost of his beloved Melisan and blamed me. Or so I was told... To this day I resent him for that.
As I grew, my father drilled my in the arts of war. I learned how to fight with sword and long bow. From others in his legion I learned how to ride with ease and how to defend myself hand to hand. I could score a bull's eye from the back of a moving horse, or kill man fully grown with a single blow. My teachers were delighted to have such a student, and yet every triumph I achieved only earned me the scorn of my father. Nothing I did could please him, in his mind I was the one that stole his beloved Melisan.
At this time, Malik Dethbard, my father's second in command, had his son, Jared, with him. Jared was three years my junior but the cutest little lad in the camp. It was rumored that father and Malik was arranging a marriage contract between us, so that at least the House would fall into the hands of a trusted ally. I was none too pleased that I would have to wed to gain my birthright. However, Jared was not at fault, in fact I rather liked him. Fate However has other ideas. In those days we were the target of several raids, one of which took Malik and Jared from us. That raid almost took me, if not for the quick thinking of one of my tutors. He had hidden several of us outside of the camp until the raid was over. Yet, when I heard that Jared was gone, I cried for several days. Father heaped more insults on me for my *weakness*.
I grew to greatly resemble my mother. My beauty earned me the jealousy of the camp light skirts. So when father sent me to them to learn some *feminine arts*, they took vindictive glee in teaching me to be a wanton. I didn't know better, and thought this was what my father wanted. My father never realized what happened until one of the men overheard the lessons. This solider, Gavin, took me under his wing, and reported to father that his own daughter, Ceslina, would help me learn. At first he was angered, until Gavin reported what the camp light skirts where doing to me. In this time I had a taste of friendship, and was inclined to trust rather easily. Gavin treated me like I was his own and I grew to know Ceslina as a sister. But this was not meant to be. A raid on our house stole the only family I had ever known, and further hardened my heart to the world.
It was then that father realized my potential. While he still never forgave me, he began to teach me the way of the Shadow. I quickly learned, and grew in power. Father was amazed, and soon realized I would surpass him. One day while scouting the ancient ruins for thieves, I was pushed into a deep ravine. While I lay there, my body broken and my life's blood draining from me, a demon of immense power approached me. He sensed the growing shadow power in my broken form and offered a chance, eternal life as one of the Abyss. Great power was to be mine, provided I always fostered evil wherever I could. There was one other thing the demon wanted, me, for his mate. I agreed readily, seeing this the path to power and to finally prove myself worthy of father. I sealed the pact with my body and blood. That demon.....is the demonlord known as Dagon of Phoenicia.
The camp was astounded to see me alive, and seemingly unharmed. The reports of my *fall* had reached my father, who upon my return embraced me for the first time. He had feared losing the only part of his Melisan left. The embrace was never returned, for the pact and my hatred of him had left my heart cold as ice.
With my new power, I began to carve a new chapter into the history of House Soulbinder. When my father died of old age, House Soulbinder came to be lead by a woman. It's standard became an ancient red bladed long sword, matching the pendant draped about my throat. A pendant I received the day I entered into my pact with the demon, and became one myself.
The running and hiding took a toll on mother's health. On one dark night she gave birth naming me Natolii. The birthing was so prolonged and difficult that it killed my mother, leaving Saris to raise me. He was bitter at the lost of his beloved Melisan and blamed me. Or so I was told... To this day I resent him for that.
As I grew, my father drilled my in the arts of war. I learned how to fight with sword and long bow. From others in his legion I learned how to ride with ease and how to defend myself hand to hand. I could score a bull's eye from the back of a moving horse, or kill man fully grown with a single blow. My teachers were delighted to have such a student, and yet every triumph I achieved only earned me the scorn of my father. Nothing I did could please him, in his mind I was the one that stole his beloved Melisan.
At this time, Malik Dethbard, my father's second in command, had his son, Jared, with him. Jared was three years my junior but the cutest little lad in the camp. It was rumored that father and Malik was arranging a marriage contract between us, so that at least the House would fall into the hands of a trusted ally. I was none too pleased that I would have to wed to gain my birthright. However, Jared was not at fault, in fact I rather liked him. Fate However has other ideas. In those days we were the target of several raids, one of which took Malik and Jared from us. That raid almost took me, if not for the quick thinking of one of my tutors. He had hidden several of us outside of the camp until the raid was over. Yet, when I heard that Jared was gone, I cried for several days. Father heaped more insults on me for my *weakness*.
I grew to greatly resemble my mother. My beauty earned me the jealousy of the camp light skirts. So when father sent me to them to learn some *feminine arts*, they took vindictive glee in teaching me to be a wanton. I didn't know better, and thought this was what my father wanted. My father never realized what happened until one of the men overheard the lessons. This solider, Gavin, took me under his wing, and reported to father that his own daughter, Ceslina, would help me learn. At first he was angered, until Gavin reported what the camp light skirts where doing to me. In this time I had a taste of friendship, and was inclined to trust rather easily. Gavin treated me like I was his own and I grew to know Ceslina as a sister. But this was not meant to be. A raid on our house stole the only family I had ever known, and further hardened my heart to the world.
It was then that father realized my potential. While he still never forgave me, he began to teach me the way of the Shadow. I quickly learned, and grew in power. Father was amazed, and soon realized I would surpass him. One day while scouting the ancient ruins for thieves, I was pushed into a deep ravine. While I lay there, my body broken and my life's blood draining from me, a demon of immense power approached me. He sensed the growing shadow power in my broken form and offered a chance, eternal life as one of the Abyss. Great power was to be mine, provided I always fostered evil wherever I could. There was one other thing the demon wanted, me, for his mate. I agreed readily, seeing this the path to power and to finally prove myself worthy of father. I sealed the pact with my body and blood. That demon.....is the demonlord known as Dagon of Phoenicia.
The camp was astounded to see me alive, and seemingly unharmed. The reports of my *fall* had reached my father, who upon my return embraced me for the first time. He had feared losing the only part of his Melisan left. The embrace was never returned, for the pact and my hatred of him had left my heart cold as ice.
With my new power, I began to carve a new chapter into the history of House Soulbinder. When my father died of old age, House Soulbinder came to be lead by a woman. It's standard became an ancient red bladed long sword, matching the pendant draped about my throat. A pendant I received the day I entered into my pact with the demon, and became one myself.