Being the twentysixt son in the royal family just isn’t a good place to be. Well, it can be if your only ambition is to live. Unfortunately for Ckath this wasn’t the case. His goal was to take over the rule of arial city after his father, and from that conquer the world. Of course, these things would just be means to accomplish his real goal… To become world famous, forever! His name etched in stone for building a great empire. Though he knew that the road was long, lots of brothers to pluck before he’d be the heir.

So, he started out by seducing his fathers new queen, his stepmother, witch wasn’t that hard considering her being the proud carrier of a peanut sized brain. Through her he managed to secretly get the guard captain to teach him in the use of swords, Ckath realized that this wasn’t just about manoeuvring through the thick politics of the court, but also by actually performing dangerous tasks, such as cutting your little brothers head of in his sleep and framing your older brother for it, hopefully getting a third brother involved and it ending up with all three of the dying somehow.

Things were going great for Ckath, in the matter of months after executing his plans he had already managed to double his chances to become the next hair, never before had the royal family been so unlucky, losing thirteen sons in a few months. Ckath was still working in the dark, not even the slightest suspicion drawn upon him, but this somehow was unsettling for Ckath. This was beautiful work, and there was none to witness it. All those things and he was still “just” the youngest son in the family, a nobody.

So, he started scheming again. Working out a new plan, something much quicker and less tedious. A plan that if successful would make him legendary, not only for being emperor and possible world conqueror, but for being the most cunning mass-murderer ever, and untouchable in lack of actual proof. He knew that his brothers and his fathers weren’t that good with weapons, since they had been far to busy working the court to get ahead. He used his stepmother to get all of the brothers and the emperor gathered for a hunting trip, witch they all despised but it was said that an extremely wealthy human would accompany them and he enjoyed hunting. So in hopes of striking the best deal with this human they all went for the bait.

Now everything seemed to go according to the plans, and they were stalking their pray in the mountains when suddenly they hear someone yell “Here they are! Just as she said”. The party was obviously surprised to see that someone was hunting them, but most of all Ckath was surprised. This was not a part of his plans. Charging up the mountain they see two dwarves and a gnome, all surrounded by a white aura.

Suddenly Ckath screams in pain as the gods wrath strikes him, around him he can here his brothers screams and for a brief moment he thinks that maybe his plans are spoiled, but so are all of theirs and he almost gives up with that thought when he realizes that he is still not a legend, he is still not famous at all! So, with his last efforts he throws himself up in the air towards a cliff a bit higher up and somehow succeeds to grab the only loose rock on the entire mountainside, and starts sliding down. Muttering about his misfortune and the rapidly increasing risk of death he doesn’t notice that above him a lighting bolt splits the rock above him, and a dwarf charging straight into the rock wall, breaking his thunderlance in half.



A few moments, or perhaps a few days later he wakes up in a miserable state of excruciating pain. He struggles back up the mountain, unable to use his broken wings for now. He manages to get to the city healer who doesn’t recognize him but do heal his wings. After that he heads straight for the palace, interested in who is alive and what has happened to his brothers.

As he approaches the palace he gets a feeling that something isn’t entirely right. The usually so very male and masculine guards doesn’t look that masculine anymore, they actually look quite pretty. Shaking his head thinking he must have knocked a screw lose he takes a step forward only to notice that a head he used to know quite well is sitting on a pole beside the road, as he takes a few more steps he realizes that he just walked passed his fathers head, looking up ahead he see the gates open and his stepmother and mistress walking towards him with a evil grin on her face.

THAT is when it hits him… He has been duped… Again he almost gives up, but he realizes that if he gets captures now and dies… Then his chances of fame are gone… I must get back up again he screams as he throws himself down beside the road, through the clouds, straight for the mountain.

Ckath doesn’t require perfection, but it is something that can be used for his goals, to somehow become the most famous legend of all times. One of his plans of doing so is the empire, by joining it, advancing in it, ruling it and of course expanding it to cover all of Thera. If this somehow fails, Ckath will look at other options to become famous, Scion might also be highly interesting to Ckath if introduced to him properly.

Ckath hates dwarves, females and especially arial females who reminds him of his step-mother. He will do anything that will either futher his goals, or make him famous. But it is the big goals that really matters since they will bring most of the fame. His choice of becoming a warrior is since it is a craft everyone respects in some way, and it will prove as a good self-defence from others wanting to end his legend and take his power.
As soon as he in any way hears or reads about Lord Kastellyn he will seek him out, to become one of his legends.