DND Character Background

 

My name is Finatra. I am the emperor of Arrakis. Thousands of years ago, a traveling merchant came to our desert kingdom and requested an audience with me. The man looked to be in his 50s with darkened skin and sun-bleached hair that was beginning to turn white. For a merchant he was extremely well built. His clothes tried to conceal it, but I could see that this man had known hard labor and was as strong as an ox. He said that he was traveling west to collect new goods to sell. I allowed him to stay in my house and sup at my table. This proved to be my fatal mistake. During the night he stole into my room like a shadow. He knocked me unconscious and when I awoke, I was bound and gagged in the back of his bouncing wagon. He took me up to the top of a mountain where he was met by a group of what looked to be priests, wearing robes tied at the waist with a simple rope. They handed him a bulging purse and he rode back down the mountain, leaving me alone with the priests.

The priests dragged me into a cave where they had placed lanterns to dispel the darkness of the night. In the light of the lanterns, I could see the markings of the Gelders on their heads. The Gelders were religious zealots that believed humankind was a living tree, that needed to be pruned to grow ever higher.         The priests lowered me into a circular hole in the ground, about 3 feet in diameter and 12 feet deep. Then they began to pour a mysterious liquid down the pit. The last thing I remember seeing as the strange liquid filled me lungs was a circular stone being placed over the top of the hole.

Now I have been resurrected by a powerful necromancer. The thousands of years I spent buried in acid has given me extraordinary magical abilities.