Once on a world far far from this one there was a very powerful
king. He was the king of the great Empire of Tigeris. The people
of Tigeris were a hearty race descended from the ancient warriors
of which legends are made of. Being of a more brawn over brains
culture most of the people were warriors, or mercenaries that is
those of the True Blood that have come from an unbroken line
directly from those ancient warriors, although there were a few
who dabbled in the arts of magic with even fewer becoming masters
of the arcane arts.
The King of Tigeris, Malanar, had a son during his 24th year as
king, and he named him Aragorn stating that it was a name of power
and authority. The king was nearing the age of 50 and thought it
wise to start in the training of his son as soon as possible so that
he could oversee how he was trained. The king was wise still in his
old age and thought it best that his son be trained in both the arcane
arts and combat skills. So at the age of three Aragorn was sent to a
remote part of the Empire that was along the disputed border, but had
a reputation for having one of the best magician's academies in the
Empire. With his first sword, a gift from his father, and orders not
to let him use it until he was seven years of age he set off in a
caravan towards Leeuwark. On the day of his seventh birthday Aragorn
didn't wake up as usual wi th the rooster. In fact he was having
fitful dreams in which he was finally starting to grasp the concept
of magic which he had been struggling to comprehend under his teacher
the magician Rathis. At about eleven o'clock that morning a servant
who had been sent to find him saw him struggling and ran to get the
Rathis. Rathis saw what was going on with the boy and recognized it
at once as something every practitioner of magic goes through, the
Understanding , and knew that if woken during his dreams he could lose
his mind or all of his training he had ever understood in the first
place.
Aragorn awoke from his sleep four days later with the realization and
understanding of all that had ever been taught to him of magic. After
he awoke Rathis insisted upon the Lord of Leeuwark that Aragorn be
made the court healer. The lord finally agreed and Aragorn had his
first title.
Five years later, during a particularly bad raid by the neighboring
Kingdom of Deviliand, the Lord took an arrow slightly off the mark of
his heart. When summoned from the battle Aragorn was furious because
he was about to launch a counter-offensive which had to be launched
within a window of the next two hours, and would do better for Tigeris
the sooner it was launched. Also the attack depended heavily upon his
being able to provide magical support which he would not be able to do
if he used his strength to heal the Lord. And there it was that Aragorn
made his first steps towards the evil that now holds him firmly in an
iron-tight grasp. Aragorn went ahead with his counter-offensive, and
destroyed every one of the enemy raiders. After the battle he rushed
back to the castle, but was too late to heal the Lord. The body was
still warm, and the surgeons said they had lost him only a few minutes
earlier. After this Aragorn ruled the tiny province until he was
approaching the age of 17. Upon the eve of his 17th birthday he
received word that his father was of ill health and that magic could
only prolong his condemned condition for a few long months of suffering.
So Aragorn left the lands to his most trusted advisor and left to care
for his father as best he could. One month to the day after he arrived
in Arax, the Empire's capital, his father slipped on to the Isle of the
Dead on the only moon of that distant planet.
Upon the death of his father Aragorn left the castle in the middle of
the night telling no one and went camping in the Highwood Forest. With
Aragorn the only heir to the throne the Court Magistrate went to setting
up the ceremony for the next day, and presuming that Aragorn had
heard, and therefore made no arrangements for him to be told. Once the
time came for the ceremony and Aragorn was no where to be found.
Court pages were sent to look for him, but none could find him. The
Empire demanded a King, so the Magistrate did the only thing he could,
and crowned the Duke of Arax King seeing as how the king had no other
relatives, and his wife was dead.
When Aragorn returned from his camping trip, and discovered what had
happened he flew into a quiet controlled rage. He marched at a rapid
pace just short of a run towards the throne room. Once he entered the
throne room he grabbed the sword of his father, Steel Bite, and cleanly
sliced off the head of the newly crowned king. On his way out of the
castle many guards, and servants tried to stop him, but men and women
alike tasted the cold steel of the famed sword as their life was cut
short. After the massacre of the household guard Aragorn went to see
his old teacher Rathis in Leeuwark. At the house of Rathis, Aragorn
told the story of what had happened with a few of his own twists to
make it seem like he was in the right. After finishing his story Aragorn
calmly demanded that Rathis create him a rift between worlds to send
him to another world to consolidate an army so that he could return and
conquer the Empire that was by rights his. Rathis conceded, and created
the rift which closed after Aragorn had stepped through. Little does
Aragorn know that the army that was sent after him by the Magistrate,
was finally reaching Leeuwark, and after they discovered that Aragorn
had been talking to Rathis they questioned him. Rathis would not tell
them where he had went, and so they had him promptly executed for
High Treason to the Crown. And so now Aragorn travels through the
world of Alanthia making friends of many a different sort in an effort
to get back to Tigeris and take over the only world he only really
knows, the world that is out of his reach for all times because, you see,
Rathis was the only one who knew where Aragorn had gone.