Sarani came from a less than regal family in the provinces of Ensteer, on the border of the land, as far away from the 'Kingdom of Gods' as you could get. Her usual wear consisted of torn rags and paper bags as shoes, tied by horse maine they would cut and string before getting caught. Her nights, she would sleep in a taverns basement, if lucky and not caught, but if caught it would be the streets for her, as they believed prison would be too much of a comfortable experience, which was correct.

Sarani, sick of her life as a beggar, decided it was time for change. she realised she could jsut take what she wanted and never ask. She could be a Theif! So in the dark of the night, she prepared to strike on a family, armed with her beggars clothing, and a shiv, she went to the back of the large, double storied house, Her eyes filled with hope of a better life as she watched the family all sitting around and eating a warm dinner together, she would quickly begin climbing to the second story, carefully and silently slipping open the window, and then hopping in, the door opening in front of her and--

Sarani stared down, silent as she walked through town, in the house behind her, a bloodied shiv, and a broken family. She changed after that night, and she needed to leave as she was quickly put on a warrant sign, she quickly snuck into a carriage, hiding beneath one of the seats, which quickly became packed with tourists trying to escape the crooked little village.

Sarani had become quite a notorious theif, and she had gained quite a bit of money on her travels, which she blew on hot foods, ales and meads, and on male prostitutes. She had began losing her flare, So she again changed her ways, and became a Rogue, hearing news of a new plague in the world and a magical river, she would make her way to the Kingdom of Gods, expecting to find some companions for her new found quest.

Wegnus' past was quite the pampered lifestyle. The son of a nobleman, who is now forgotten, by his own son, Wegnus. He was quite the lazy tub of lard, he didn't do anything around his home that helped. He secretly studied magic, which his father despised, because he prefers the art of "politics." Wegnus, not the most skilled mage out there, looked for ways to further increase his skills, and overall intelligence. So, he did the most rational thing to do: become a wizard's apprentice! But it seems that faith had brought him to this certain wizard. This wizard was a sly trickster, and he knew that he was getting older, and his time was slowly diminishing. So he set Wegnus up. Training him did actually happen, and it was actual training. But hey, one day, things happened. The mentioned wizard did an incantation which was meant to transfer the caster's soul into another one's body, while the victim was meant to stay in the caster's body. But, of course, the spell partially failed. It made the wizard move into the body of the teenager, while his soul was still there. This had some catastrophic effects, one, Wegnus' memories were slightly erased, and two, his personality switches from time to time. A few years had passed since this event, and the two had been warming up to each other. Kinda. The two had an agreement, that they would take turns in controlling this single body. They came to an agreement to travel to Gatholiel, maybe to break this curse they had cast upon themselves, or maybe for more power.