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Aroben's Journal

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Character Info

Aroben is an easily angered teenage drow who had his soul assigned to a demon's pact against his will.

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While Aroben was still in his mother's womb, she and Aroben's father summoned a demon by the name of Azazel to asign their unborn son a pact with the demon so they could reap the rewards themselves with no loss, unfortunately for them, their evil deeds were found out rather quickly.

Once the child was at the age of 2 the family was banished from the kingdom of Eldlon, and Aroben was taken in by the Church of Helm.

Aroben has now been raised by the church's people, Aroben now lives with deep resentment both towards his parents and also the church for their constant attempts to 'fix' him. During this he's also had to follow the rules of the pact made against his will, such as never truly praising another deity and gifting some of his blood once per-week.

OOC = out of character notes.

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DAY 1

This morning I was forcibly awoken by my caretaker, I was informed that I would FINALLY be allowed to explore the town more, but, unfortunately I have to be accompanied by a guard the entire time.

His name being Garrett.

As I dragged myself out of bed, seeing the town for the first time since probably I was a child, I was shocked when Garrett told me that he's gonna try to be as hands-off as possible. Even letting me choose where I wanted to go, I'm, I'm actually very shocked.

Regardless...

We first went to an armory, one that apparently Garrett is already known as a regular, I guess that makes sense, I assume he's part of our military.

He gave me a nudge, saying I can pick out anything I want and he'll pay for it, I was estatic.

I quickly began browsing the daggers, I have a hand-made one but it's flimsy.

What caught my eye was a radiant dagger, radiant is definitely, far from my specialty, so it'd be nice to have.

Garrett nodded and payed for the dagger for me.

As we exit Garett leads me to a training dummy with intention to train me to strike, I felt smug as I switched my blade into a reverse grip and strike the dummy with ease. Though I've never striked at any actual object or person, I've practiced a lot in secret in my room and watching the soldiers training from my window.

Garett smiles with pride, saying "Good, how about I take you out to the field?"

I couldn't help but smile, this is great! I never thought that the church would have the balls to put me under someone so freeing.