Description and History
He looks moderately strong but is very agile in his movements.
He has shortly cut brown hair and emerald green eyes. He tends to
look very serious at times, but it is not much more than a bad joke
that is needed to make him smile.
Kahl'Astol (Kahl) was born in *a city near the moonsea* (not decided
yet). His parents was killed by Warriors of the Zentharim when he
was only 5 years old. The reason was the black networks influation
on the moonsea villages those years. Kahl's father was a rich middle-classed
carpenter. He was caught in the networks and plots of the Zentharim,
but refused to do as they told him. He continued his honest work,
selling furniture and doing building pojects for rich farmes in
the area. Later the same year four chain clad soldiers of the network
payed a visit to the carpenter's residence, and indeed it was no
friendly minded drop-by. The visitors caused the little boy called
Kahl to be left an orphan in a trashed house. As the warriors laeft
the scene, villagers ran to the house to see if anyone had survied
the cruel and evil act. There they found Kahl, crying and weeping
in the corner of his blue-painted room, clinging to a finely ornamated
Kahl was brought to the local inn and lived there for 5 months
with the barkeeper's wife to tend to him. Untill one day his uncle
and aunt arrived in the village to take him as their own son, but
only in name. His aunt lectured him well in the ways of life, she
tutored him in the history of the gods, the importance of respecting
the gods, and even a bit of householding he learned. His Aunt was
allways a good storyteller and late nights was spent before the
fireplace listening to her in the lap of his uncle. His uncle also
told storys but he told storys far more serious, and allways with
a morale in the end.
Three days after Kahl turned 10 years old he saw with his own eyes
what all the fairy-tales his uncle and aunt had told him was all
about: A early, sunny and warm morning a loud sound of a wooden
staff rapping against the front door waked him up from his deep
slumber. He heard the door was opened and eager voices started a
dialogue. It sounded like an old friend of his uncle was here, visiting
from far lands. The smell of new baked corn bread filled the air
as his aunt opened the door to his bedroom with a wide smile on
her lips. She told him that an old friend was visiting and that
he had to jump into his clothes now, and to come out and visit him.
The living room was allready filled ith smoke from the tobacco that
was glowing dimly in the two men's pipes, a happy atmosphere was
emitting from the two finely ornamented chairs before the fire.
In one of the chairs sat his uncle, dressed in a deep red robe covered
with gold runes, and he had a large scale-covered book in his hand
and a black snake formed pipe in the other. The stranger was even
stranger... He was wearing a deep purple robe with a black dragon
sewn onto his breast. He had a black, leather-bound book with a
purple dragon that was holding a crown and a sword, worked into
it. He had a white mustache and long wavy white hair. The both of
them looked up as he came into the room. His uncle smiled at him
and signaled at him to come out of the sadows and in to the light
from the window. Kahl walked up to the two strange men and bowed
to the stranger and smiled at his uncle.
The stranger nodded at his uncle and then started to speak in a
shockingly smooth voice: "Greetings young one, My name is Harag
Ashkon of the purple dragon, Cormyr.... I am here to pay a friendly
visit to my ol' friend, your uncle. And to take you to your new
tutor." His Unclesmiled at him and tilted his head a bit: "Yes,
it is certainly time for ye' to travel out in this strange world
and to see what ye' can before ye' too suffer the fate of mortality,
and to make something of your life, not only to sit on yer little
arse all life and do nothing... So we are sending you with my friend
Harag to an academy in coromyr, where you will teach the art of
Mystra." Khal gazed at his uncle and stuttered: "but,
b-b-but what if i will not travel?" "Ye' have to"
said his uncle. "I am afraid me and yerr aunt can not afford
keeping ye' much longer at home if we are to pay for yer education...
Hmmm, well you have to pack yer suff now. Ye' will be traveling
with Harag before noon this fine day...."
And those where the final words of that 'discussion' and Kahl traveled
may weeks to the south together with Harag to finally reach Suzail,
the capitol of Coromyr, the high seat of the purple dragon. Harag
left Kahl after a couple of days in a huge complex of librarys ,students
and master wizards. Here he spent the next 12 years of his life
under the tutelage of mighty wizards. But all this time an emptiness
grew inside him and he felt more lonely than ever. No parents, no
relatives in weeks radius, no real friends and no social life but
the cooperation between students.
Many letters he recieved from his uncle and aunt telling about
the meaning of their daily stories about orcs, wizards, glorious
paladins, and evil assassins. They expalined to him that it was
all told to him, becaused they felt they had an obligation to share
with him all the beautiful things of the adventuring life. And they
told him that they had been planning his education for many years
and finally got a reply from an old friend in Suzail who owed his
aunt a special favour, this was Harag. He had seen to it that is
was a free space for Kahl to enter the academy when he and his uncle
saw the time right.
After 12 years had passed Kahl had his exams and passed with some
difficulties. He had gained a speacial lust for gaining more of
this strange power that people called magic, and some sages called
the gift of Mystra her self. Kahl had found a safe feeling when
he was working on his spells, the kind of feeling that helped him
to forget about all worries and all longings for the love he never
felt as much as he should have felt it in his younger days. He started
to philosophize over the meanings of his life and found that if
he devoted his life to the gift he had got from Mystra and gain
more power, maybe he could make his life as meaningfull and fun
as the life his uncle had told him about before the fireplace home
at the Moonsea. And maybe some day find out what really happened
to his true parents.
So Kahl set out to search for this fun that peaople called adventure
and 'the true life'.
After some time he ended up in Baldurs Gate and there his true life