Name: Ticarro Kinslayer
Class: Warrior
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 245
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Alignment: Neutral Good

Ticarro's Story

My childhood was uneventful... youngest son of a minor nobleman. And as the youngest son the chances of me holding title in House Aak'Sahn were very slim indeed. So it was decided at the age of 12 that I was to enter the priesthood, my father, being a noble pulled some strings and I was admitted into the Temple of Marr.

I spent 2 years as an acolyte, and when I proved more agile, and stronger than the other children did. (Not to mention a bit more of a temper) the priests requested the Hall of Truth take me on as a squire.

I had entered just like my hero Sir Lucan D'Lere! He was quite a Knight back then... Visiting our estate on a regular basis. I had never dreamed my life would be this exciting. (Sigh...)

2 years later I went to war. The Crusade of Tears... at the time we were just calling it the Goblin wars... the tears came later. 2 years I fought the goblin insurgence. Seeing what those foul beasts were capable of doing... makes me sick to this day. I learned to hate Goblins, really hate them... Mithaniel forgive me... but I digress.

By the age of 18, I was a battle hardened veteran and yet not even old enough to shave every day. Two years we fought the Goblin horde, and although we beat back their invasion... we never ever did get the upper hand.

It was two weeks after my 18th nameday when we received word from Freeport. I was just returning from patrol, to the entire army preparing to travel... it looked like a death pall had settled over the entire camp. There was not a smile to be seen, only hard grimaces, and looks of pain and determination. Panic began to rise in my throat when no one would talk to me let alone answer any questions as to what was going on. Finally, I searched out the Knight Captain... he was sitting outside his tent while squires were packing his gear. Head in his hands, at the sound of my approach he looked up at me and for a split second I saw anger and pure hatred there... so much so that it stopped me dead in my tracks... when I looked again, only pain. It was at that point that I REALLY knew fear... deep down in your toes, all alone, God forsaken.... FEAR. Never had any of the Goblin horde or atrocities make me feel like I did at the point.

"Ticarro" he said, "I've been waiting for you... come with me" and with that he stood, turned and entered his Tent. I don't remember how I got there, but I do remember being inside the tent... and that was my last lucid thought for a long time. Orcs had snuck into North Freeport and decimated the Hall of Truth killing all there... They had also killed every living soul left in the Temple of Marr. Actually they had laid waste to most of North Freeport, oh... but that wasn't the worst of it... not by a long shot. It seemed that West, and East Freeport escaped unscathed. Every Paladin left in Freeport fell before the Orcs.... But The Militia was able to fight off the same Orcs, with NO losses and no damage to property.

Oh... did I say the every Paladin was killed? Not true... One Survived... Sir Lucan D'Lere.

There was more... my head was ready to explode... but there was more. My brother and Heir to house Aak'Sahn was garrisoned in the Temple of Marr, and confirmed dead. On top of that, it seems that my entire family was visiting him that very week... all... confirmed dead. My mother... and two sisters... 16... and 12... all confirmed dead. There was more... Oh my GOD MITHANIEL MARR! Why hast thou forsaken me? There was more... A sympathizer had been captured... sympathizer? Militia sympathizer? no... This man was seen escorting the Orcs out of the tunnels beneath the city. Orc sympathizer? A HUMAN helping Orcs kill humans? There was more... What am I doing on my knees? Get UP! but there was more... The sympathizer's... no TRAITOR'S name was Joruun... Joruun Aak'Sahn... my father.

The rain was soothing, if cold... I was cold... cold and numb. Numb? how can it be raining in the tent? Mother... I'm... not in a tent... Brother... I'm not only not in a tent... but I'm no longer in camp... Sisters... on my knees again? What is wrong with my legs? Father? Never see them again... father.. Mithaniel... how could this be? father... What did I do to offend you my Lord? father... It was then in my weakness that he came to me...Mithaniel?... I will give you strength... Why hast thou?... I will keep you warm... Forsaken me?... I will NEVER forsake you... FATHER!!! Somewhere I felt Rallos Zek smile... and could have sworn Mithaniel Marr cried.

3 Knights had followed me for 2 days, never interfered... just watched, and waited. It was Rallos Zek that stood by my side as they cut the armor from my body. It was Rallos Zek that helped me into the peasant's tunic and pants, stripped of my house and guild colors. And it was Rallos Zek that rode by my side as they escorted me back to Freeport not a prisoner, yet never a word did they speak. And yet somewhere someone cried.

I will not go into the technicalities of what passed between my father and me when finally we did meet, no one will ever know that save us. But suffice it to say that I Ticarro Aak'Sahn of House Aak'Sahn willingly and of my own free will... executed my Father on my 19th nameday. And for the dishonor the traitor brought upon our house, and upon the Hall of Truth, and Temple of Marr. I... last surviving heir of House Aak'Sahn was stripped of all honors, titles, and colors. The name Aak'Sahn was stricken from all Hall of Truth and Temple of Marr records, and as a penance for the sins of my Father and my own patricide... I was given the name Kinslayer, and driven from the Hall. Somewhere someone cried.

Many years did I travel before I met the Hawkes... and although the way was difficult and tough, it was they that helped me return to Mithaniel Marr's side and put away my hate. No evidence was ever found against Sir Lucan D'lere, so he was not executed... he was stripped of all honors and titles and driven from the Hall. He now leads the very same Militia that fought off the Orcs with nary a scratch. I always said I wanted to be just like him... I have come too close for comfort. With Mithaniel Marr's and my new brother's and sister's help I shall return to the Hall of Truth, and have my come uppance with Lucan D'Lere. Somewhere someone laughs.