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Cartos an eleven spirit shaman awakes in a startle. A nightmare of the days many years ago still haunts his dreams. Golden blonde hair snakes down to his mid back braided into two thick coils, and his sharp blue-green eyes are fixed as if he is still in the dream, sweat rolls slowly down his face. As he awakes, from the so lucid trans, he stands to reveal his slender well built body. He dresses in a dark green set of studded leather and puts on his bandana to match. Then reaches for his weapons and slings them on his back. All these items were given to him by his father when left to return to Korvosa.

Cartos’s past is quite remarkable. At the age of 14 he was captured in a raid on his small village. He to this day still does not know who these raiders are and will continue to search for them. All he has is a symbol he remembers on their armor. He was dumped into the city of Korvosa. He spent two years in this place eating on scraps and sleeping in the shingles. He then made a bad choice he will regret for the rest of his life. A man named Gaedren offered him food and shelter if he would work for him. Not knowing better he accepted.

For the next 4 years he spent his days getting tortured by Gaedren’s men or stealing for them. Then he found in one of the pockets of a merchant a religious relic of Gozreh. His memories of his tribe rushed over him in a quick reassuring moment. He knew this was the god of magic and he had to find a way to pursue his teachings if he ever wanted to escape. Right then he decided Gaedren would no longer rule his fate.

For the next two years Cartos snuck away every other day to pray and learn the teaching of Gozreh. A friend of his a boy named Ragen covered for him on these days. Finally Gaedren found out and dragged him into his quarters as he got mangled and beaten till he could barely breathe he kept his relic clinched tight in his hand. The evil thug noticed and tore it from his grip. In one life changing moment his relic that kept his spirit alive was crushed as was his childhood.

At that point Cartos use all magic within himself and exploded the guards released there grip in shock and Cartos ran to Ragen. “I am leaving this place right now no longer will these mindless thugs hold a grip on my future are you coming with me?” he said. Ragen’s eyes widened and instantly said “Me you right now right here let’s go.” The two young boys raced and bashed into the front door their rage and strength propelling them they knocked the door down into the shingles. Rooftop after rooftop they were pursued by Gaedren’s men at some point the two boys got separated as they fled. Cartos vowed to himself he would some day find Ragen and they will be friends for many years. He sleep for the next few weeks at the church and was fed by the priest there. He got a dagger or two and a javelin. He had to find his tribe

It was then time for Cartos to travel back to where his parents and village was located. When he arrived at the last place he knew his village was nothing was to be found. It took him nearly a year to find his tribe. They traveled deep into the forest. He learned how to hunt and use the nature to guide him though the jungle forest area. When he reunited with his tribe and his mother and father he realized it had been 7 years he had been gone. Now he was back and he learned all he could form his village teachings. He studied there for nearly 29 years. He never forgot Regan and his battered childhood and knew someday he would go back to right the wrongs of Gaedren.