Kilthen Turakrak is a fighter, recently released from prison, who is in search of his brother Garnan.
My name is Kilthen Turakrak, and I’m an ex-con. Or so they tell me.
It all started when I was a young lad of 25. My parents were both clerics of Zeherus and had decided to charter a boat to take them on a mission to expand the work of Zeherus. Their friends, Hathkas and Ovna, were able to get them a great deal with one catch – they had to leave from the port of Ravenstone. So my parents packed up my older brother and I and we all headed off to Ravenstone.
I was sad to leave our Dwarven city beneath the Demonfrost Mountains. Dad said it would take us about 3-4 weeks to get there on foot, which is a really long time when you’re a kid.
About halfway through the trip, we stopped at the town of Lillemoor to rest and restock on supplies. The next morning, my older brother Garnan and I woke up to find Mom and Dad gone. No note, no message left with anyone…just them and all of their supplies, gone. Did Garnan or I do anything to upset them? I guess we’ll never know.
My brother always has a strange look on his face when he tells that story … almost as if he doesn’t really believe it. I’ve tried to pull more information out of him, but whenever I bring it up he gets angry and changes the subject.
It was at that point that Garnan, who was 8 years older than me, started to take care of me. If it wasn’t for him, I probably would have been sold into slavery, or worse. He resented it — he didn’t see why he had to take care of me, and always looked on me as a burden. He apprenticed for a weaponsmith – not something you might expect from a child of clerics, but Garnan seemed to have a real knack for it.
In town there was a widow woman, who rented out her house in exchange for labor around the house. I managed to help her out with growing and selling produce, and in return she gave me room and board.
One night, Garnan got into a fight with a halfling thief. He had stolen Garnan’s wallet, and Garnan just snapped. He hunted down the thief and killed him. As he was standing over the body of the halfling, he snapped out of it and realized what he had done. Garnan ran off faster than I’d ever seen him run. As I was standing over the body of the halfling, in shock of what had just happened, a City Guard patrol turned the corner and saw me standing over a dead body.
I tried to convince the guard that it wasn’t me, that it was my brother…but they wouldn’t hear of it. They carted me off to Ravenstone and threw me in prison, where I spent 5 years paying for “my crime”. Here I was, at 35 years old, barely an adult, and in jail for murder. I suppose it was in prison that my concern for Garnan turned into anger. I started picking fights with anyone that so much as looked at me funny. If nothing else, I guess prison taught me how to fight.
As I was existing prison and gathering my belongings, I started talking with one of the clerks, Elsie, who thinks I should track down my brother and get him to tell me what he hasn’t been telling me. If Mom and Dad are still alive, we owe it to ourselves to track them down and figure out what happened. And if something more sinister happened … well, then we definitely need to reconcile things.
Elsie suggested I talk to Tagrim, the weaponsmith, to see if he knows where Garnan might have gone. I hope he does … when I find Garnan the first thing I’m going to do is punch him in the face for doing his jail time.