Name: Sors Kelden

Nickname: The Grey Executioner 

Age: 46

Appearance: 
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Home Country: Sors comes from a land far to the north of Adin and even Stahlberg about a three weeks journey if one has a good mount, a land collectively known as the Broken Kingdoms. The remains of a once great empire \that had broken and splintered over the years. Now composed of about a dozen smaller kingdoms, with new ones being created and destroyed everyday. All of them are run by a series of absolute monarchies, which each King, Viscount, or Queen making their "rightful" claim to the remains of the empire. At the time Sors was born, their were seven greater kingdoms and a dozen minor kingdoms, not counting the minor fiefdoms and lord rulings as well as conquered principalities. Border wars are constant, and war seemed to be perpetual, green fields and forests tainted red by blood. Mercenary companies hired by these monarchs to defend their lands have little love for the common people, and rape and slaughter is common, with the actual military forces being no better. Infighting and court intrigued run rampant, with the wars between neighbors, been fought normally on at least two fronts the pressure leading to civil wars within. A land of grey skies, scraggly mountains, and dotted with the ruins of a once great empire reduced to little more then squabbling fools, that want to expand their empire a few feet, by killing thousands in the process. Though in the years after he left the broken kingdoms have more less been conquered by Lyria, the largest of these warring states. With the nations no longer fragmented know having pledged loyalty to their Lyrian conquers. Which has caused a stir in the southern lands, as the sound of Lyrian war drums draws closer and closer.
 
Background: 
Sors, was born into one of the minor kingdoms within the Broken Kingdoms called Kaerun. Making most of its money of the trade coming both North and South located on the Old road, connecting the former empire to Adin, as well as through its lumber industry. Sors grew up with his mother and his older brother, his father having died in one of the border wars with Valden a fledgling minor kingdom created after the civil wars in Lyria, the dominate Major Kingdom at the time. His brother left when he was seven years old to join up with one of the mercenary companies that were traveling through their village. He was conscripted into the Kaerun military at the age of 15, to take part in yet another war against Valden. After one entire year of bloody combat Valden fell to Kaerun invaders and the small kingdom's territory expanded. 

After this though, King Torin the current ruler of Kaerun grew greedy, after his first successful conquest. So several others soon followed and Sors was shipped off with the rest of them, to the west, east, north, and south. Battle, after battle, war,after war it went on for four years. By the time Sors was twenty. he had seen more combat then most men see in two life times. He had killed soldiers, peasants, and yes even a king. His name became synonymous with the Kaerun military strength. This all changed with the Lyrian invasion of Kaerun. King Torin's militaristic expansion was too successful and he was gaining too much land and power too quickly. He was becoming a threat to the normality, and because of it he needed to be crushed. And so in a war that would be known as the War of Winter, over the course of one winter season, Kaerun was crushed and wiped off the map in its whole entirety by the might of the Lyrian Invasion force. The village he was born in was burned to the ground, he was mother was raped and killed, his King's head was put on a pike. Sors managed to escape death by fleeing southward, along with the remnants of the broken Kaerun military those that had not been already slaughtered by the Lyrian or forced to join their ranks. Most split up long before Sors reached Adin, joining up with mercenaries, bandits, or finding homes in new villages off of the Old road, starting new lives, finding a women and rising a family. 

But Sors went as far south venturing into Capernaum, but that were he finally stopped. One day at an old crossroad, in an Inn that seemed to have been forgotten by time its self. Sors met a group of fledgling Hunters.This being during the time of the Shade's rampant destruction of outlaying Capernaum. The hunters were not experienced, they were not doing it for a reward, the just did not want to see the fall of Capernaum, and the death of their people. Sors was surprised, he fought as a soldier and when he fought then he fought because those were his orders, he fought as a mercenary and a bandit as he traveled south but then he fought to survive. He had never fought or have thought to fought to serve for the betterment of men, he had never fought because it was the right thing to do. And so appreciating the sentiment Sors joined them on their quest to destroy a large demonic beast that the Shade had summoned and destroying village after village along the northern border. And after that, well they say that the rest is history. For twenty six years, the boy helped combat the Shade as he slowly became a man. Ages passed and his black hair slowly turned to grey, but the soldier that started his bloody past all those years prior was still within him and his reputation grew.

 Sors is a firm believer in Consequentialism. "The ends justifies the means", His actions are often guided by an impersonal logic, refusing to let his conscience, personal, and emotional connections cloud his judgment of what he believes is truly best in the big picture. This has of course lead him to do things that haunt him still to this day. Including an act twenty two years prior to the events. When he was still just a fledgling hunter. The city of Aramieth. A bustling city in southwestern Capernaum officially it was listed that the Shade destroyed it in his initial acts of terror. But what really happened was something much much darker. His influence spread through the City, and his shadowy taint slowly began to drive the people mad. Sors was called in along with a team of other Hunters, for the people began to act strangely. Sors began to investigate and it eventually brought him to the cellar of a nobleman's house, where he found a sort of Alter to the Shade. And that was when he realized what was happening, that his sicking darkness was beginning to corrupt these people. And so they did the only thing they could, they sent a messenger bird out of the city and told the army Capernaum military to block off the road leading in and out of Aramieth. And then Sors and his team began to butcher every last one of the citizens. They knew that they couldn't be saved and he knew that this corruption was moving slowly that maybe only a small fraction of the residents had been tainted so far. But that small amount was enough, for the betterment of all, he had to do what he had to do. Women, Children. Fathers, innocents of all kinds, they didn't stop till they were all dead. By the end close to two thousand people had died. The faces still haunt him and he refuses to this day to go back to Aramieth which was know a ghost town, the streets left empty the houses. The corpses left were they were. If he had one regret it would be Aramieth. And that why he fights the Shade with such anger with such Passion.

By the time he was forty he had earned the nickname "The Grey Executioner" due to his age. He became famous due to his unrelenting determination and because how many creatures and people evidently fell to his blade. He became something of a folk hero in the eyes of the people of Capernaum, the man from the north with his strange accent fighting the encroaching darkness with nothing but his blade.Kids in the villages would play The Executioner Vs The Shade, and where he went he received something of a heroes welcome. But of course Sors, would deny these claims knowing that for the most part he was lucky and he knew his luck was running out. By the time this "Great Hunt" against The Children Of The Shade began Sors was forty six years old. He had been living alone in Northern Capernaum away from the people, feeling as if it was time for him to finally lay down his sword. But that was when he received the invitation for him to join in the hunt. And he picked up his sword once again for he knew that if he just let some young folks chase after The Shade and his Children. That he could only imagine the worst. 

Strengths: 
Experienced: He has been fighting the Shade for twenty six years, having much needed experience and knowledge of fighting against the dark arts, and before that he has been fighting since he was fifteen. 

Master Swordsman: Pretty self-explanatory, when one uses a sword for as long as he has, it becomes an extension of one's self and no longer just a weapon

Folk Hero: He is well known and generally has the support of Capernaum's people. So doors somewhat open a bit easier for him if you know what I mean.

Weakness: PM'd it 

Weapons: His Sword seen in the picture above the only token left of his past coming from the days when he served in the Kaerun military, and a small dagger kept at his side made of the tooth of the first unholy abomination of a creature he slew when he first became a hunter.

Additional Info: Nothing yet.