Vex’tul

(Black Soul gem necklace in his design is mandatory.)

WARNING, I wrote this down in like an hour, so it’s welp… A pretty bad rendition of his backstory:

Vex’tul was borne deep within Blackmarsh, in a small riverside village- not a place you would find on any map, but nonetheless one full of joy and more importantly, safety. Held together by the tales and songs of the past, and their love for their local hist tree, everything was… perfect.

    He grew up intrigued by the environment around him, constantly wandering off into nearby marshes to watch frogs, and pick flowers. Luckily, his mothers Akiha (the village tree-minder), and Unravels-Secret-Scrolls (an escaped Dunmeri slave, and former traveling spellsword) were supportive of his interests, and would occasionally take him into non-village lands to see flora and fauna he would never see himself.

    But alas, said happiness did not last long… as a horrific plague swept through the village- characterized not only by the concerning rate by which it spread, but by the horrible paranoia and borderline madness it induced in its victims… before resulting in organ failure. Akiha was one of the first to die… and Scrolls one of the last… as bodies littered the streets around him, Vex’tul found himself strangely immune to the disease, when at last he found himself utterly alone…

    He was terrified- begging to the hist to bring them back, but he was met with nothing but silence… so instead found himself digging through Scrolls’ documents, and in a frantic attempt for some sort of solace, found himself dabbling in the arts of necromancy…

    But of course, this did not help him in the slightest… The now raised corpses were silent and cold, they did not care for him, and there was no joy for him to be found in their sad attempt at mimicking life. Instead all he found was… guilt. He tore the souls from his parents’ corpses, encasing them in an old black soul gem, which he wore with him daily… in case, perhaps, he could find a way to reverse it.

    In the village he remained, days quickly turning to weeks, to months… What little he had left withering away. He in his desperation poured out all his thoughts to the undead around him, only to be given blank stares in return… and more and more despair…

    And amongst these ruins he remained for a couple of years until at last… another living being finally stumbled upon what was then but a overgrown shell of what was.