Troth-Amon

Troth-Amon is an eleti necromancer from the black-walled city of Toltorg. He's served as a mentor to Urxus and was a former friend of Master Yoshida. Troth is looking for a way to redeem his people while furthering his insatiable knowledge of the world.

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"'Oh, merciful Thanos--""Lord of Death--""Let life's suffering be done,""For the weary seek only rest""Send us all to Dagon--""Whose soul is the sea--""For only in his depths,""May man know true peace!'""-Eletum death prayer"

It is another late night spent among the mildewed tomes and melted candles as we see a much younger Troth-Amon with flesh on his bones as he pours through an ancient book who's name had been wiped away with age written in an Elvish script no longer used and a language no one has spoken in this region for hundreds of years. He could hear the explosion of fireworks and celebratory song outside his window for it was the feast day that came every spring. The smell of cured meats and mead wafted in on the cool night air, which seemed to briefly interrupt the droll task he had set his mind to for the evening. Dull it may seem to those drunken charlatans, but he knows full well that he holds the key to the one thing that has eluded mortal men for ages untold. More importantly, though, this was a task given to him by someone important to him. Someone he had known for many years whose name he…

"Staying up late again, I see."

Troth turns to see a gorgeous woman dressed in fine silk robes and the finest jewelry crafted from mithril, silver, and gold by the most distinguished of craftsmen. An ivory crown adorns her head and sits comfortably atop her raven black hair like the rays of the morning sun upon the horizon. She looked at him with a faint though warming smile that sent shivers down his spine. He was in her very presence, the most respected woman in all the east. Her name was Sorinah Lampetia of Toltorg, Queen of the Seven Empires. She was the woman he loved.