Daemisus Bane
Player Character Bio
Player: Kelly (since 2006); Campaign: Darwin's Realm
Bio written by Kelly

Years ago, a young Lordling stopped for a few days at a village just on the border of his father's lands. He was on his way to his uncle's estate a few weeks journey from his own. The Lordling was young, arrogant, and had a lust for young girls. Whilst staying at the local magistrate's home, the best house in town of course, the Lordling did little to hide his leering of the town magistrate's pretty, young daughter. As each day went by, the magistrate was forced to watch as the Lordling became more forward in his gestures, even speaking to his daughter like a camp follower and fondling her in passing. This infuriated the Magistrate.

After the Lordling had left the village, his daughter came to him in tears. She had "visited" the Lordling during the night on several occasions. She told her father that if she had not, the Lordling had threatened the lives of her entire family. The magistrate, enraged by this and fearing for his family's safety when the Lordling came back through town a month later called a town meeting. As a result of the gathering, it was agreed that when the Lordling passed through once again, on his way back, he and his guards would be hanged for their crime and their bodies hidden. It was not long before the Magistrate also discovered that his young daughter was in fact with child.

After a little over a month went by, the Lordling predictably stopped in at the village as was his plan. He demanded once again to be housed at the Magistrate's residence and quickly slipped back into his past mannerisms with the Magistrate's daughter. That night, there was a knocking at his door and he answered it eagerly. He was shocked to find not the Magister's daughter, but the Magister himself.

"What is the meaning of this?" the Lordling demanded. It was then that he realized his guards were slumped outside his door. The stink of fear permeated the room as the door was kicked in and the Lordling was battered, beaten, and tied up by the villagers. He and his guards were taken into the forest where they were set upon a bench on tip-toe, a noose around each of their necks. The Lordling switched between threatening all their lives when his father heard of this and begging for his own. The bench was kicked out from under them and the magistrate watched as the men hung. Satisfied with the results, the townspeople buried the bodies deep in the woods.

An hour or so later, the hand of one of the guardsman burst forth from the damp soil as he pulled himself free of the shallow grave. He was battered and broken, but alive and began to make his way back to his Lord. Upon reaching his Lord’s estate weeks later, he relayed the tale, omitting the actions of his son and embellishing as he saw fit. The Lord was taken by a sort of madness upon hearing of his son's "wrongful murder." He demanded preparations be made to hire a band of mercenaries to hang the people of the village in turn for their part in the matter. Months later, such a mercenary band was located and hired to do the deed. Lead by a religious fanatic named Zule, the mercenary group known as Death's Mercy began preparations to slaughter the town.

About seven months after the Lordling’s death, during a cold night in the dead of winter, Death's Mercy struck the village. The village folk were no match for the trained, organized, and heavily armed, mercenary group. Any townsfolk that offered any kind of real resistance were cut down like one might butcher cattle. The remaining folk were gathered in the woods under a massive oak where every last one of them, women and children alike were hung.

Zule, while inspecting his work noticed one of the bodies swaying slightly in the windless night, that of the Magister’s daughter. Upon closer inspection he could see that the woman was in fact dead, though it was what was still in her abdomen that was the cause of the restless stirring. Zule, a follower of Nerull, took this as a sign and cut the babe free of his mother’s corpse. "A babe born in death amongst an offering to the Reaper as great as this..." He immediately decided to take the babe to a secret sect of clerics to have the boy raised under their tutelage.

Daemisus Bane was brought up under the guidance and teachings of the sect and progressed quite naturally, soon becoming their prize pupil. He was never told about his past, and when he inquired about it was told that he was the son of the Reaper and that was all he ever needed to know. When he was found to be ready, he was loosed into the world on his own to enact his teachings.

A few years later, he met up with a contact that had heard of his ilk and had an interesting proposition for him. This proposition would grant Daemisus gold in exchange for revenge. The contact wanted to bring misfortune and misery down upon a rival that had spurned him. That rival was currently the Lord of a Keep bordering the mountains in the North West. The keep was the kingdom’s defense against the Drow, Flinds, Trolls, and Giants that permeated that area. Not really believing that the contact would actually make good on any of his promises, Daemisus still agreed to take the job. He had heard rumors of old crypts and tombs that were scattered throughout that area during his wanderings and did not mind the excuse to head in that general direction. Daemisus told the contact that he would send reports of his findings and progress as needed, though he may need to call upon aid from the contact if necessary to get the job done adequately. He then set off for the borderlands.