Khadagan Dotharl

KHADAGHAN DOTHARL
"Blood and Bone in Garlemald"

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STATS

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Name ; Khadaghan Dotharl / Cassius Cen Sidiatoris
Age ; 30's
Occupation ; Wanderer / ???
Family ; Dotharl Tribe

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LIKES

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Anything about Art of Warfare, Contest
Participating in Wars
Poetry and Historical Literature
Exercise
Violence
Debauchery
Meat

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DISLIKES

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Pacifism Arrogance and Entitled Individuals

Dishonesty

Prologue; The Butcher of House Sidiatoris

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"Amongst many stories told amongst the minor, aspiring families and houses of Garlemald, one had always struck me as specifically macabre. It is the tale of the House Sidiatoris, spoken as both legend and warning to those that dare dream beyond their station and place in this world. A story about Freedom, betrayal, ambition, greed and bloodlust. In other words; A Poets wet dream."

Many moons ago, on the outskirts of Othard. In a cold, harsh winter Night an Unit of Garlean Soldiers made it's way through the unforgiving terrain that laid before them. They where to regroup with their Legion and report their findings. It was a Unit composed mostly of Scouts, and a handful of War-hardened Soldiers. Amongst these was a young Son of the Sidiatoris household, serving his time amongst the military as all upstanding Garleans did. His name ; Noctur Sidiatoris. While these Soldiers desired nothing else then to return, regroup and enjoy the meals and comfort of their tends at the Military Outpost, this night had something quite different in store for them. Across a steep Mountain-Path, these Garleans encountered a splinter group of Au'Ri, of the Dotharl tribe, there to scout and gather resources. It took less then a few seconds for the scenario to escalate. Within moments, the Dotharls, and the Garleans faced off in a bloody skirmish, that ultimately saw the savagery of the Dotharl bested by the superior arms of the Garleans. After the dust had settled, leaving the mountainpath littered in corpses and blood, the Garleans did as they always have. They killed and captured the remaining survivors, to be brought towards the Castrum and either re-integrated into the Garlean society, or enslaved under the status of 'Aan'.

Between these restrained and caught Xaelas, as they where brought to the Military outpost, one stood out particularly. A Xaela named Khadaghan. Skin, pale as snow, his eyes burning in a shade of sulfur that seemed to make him intimidating despite his very young age. It had been decided upon the battlefield, where he was bested by Noctur, that he would become that very mans property. To become the servant of House Sidiatoris. Many fellow Soldiers and even commanding figures where baffled at Nocturs choice. His Father was a man of cunning tongue and even deeper pockets, who carried the household sidiatoris with a shining name. Yet here was his son, picking up a savage creature, a Dotharl, who where renown for their lack of fear and tenacity. The boy however answered no questions, and decided to play his cards close to heart. He took the Dotharl back to Garlemald, and his Fathers estate.

It was here where the story truly begins. Noctur brought the young Xaela before his father, and with most careful tongue, explained; "Father, I've returned bearing gifts.. A young Xaela, parted...permanently, from his family and Kin. I believe, shall we train him from such early age, he would make a fine Gladiator some day to toss into the gladiatoral Pits. To earn honor for the House Sidiatoris."

The Dotharl, at this point, was reserved to growls and hisses. Constantly reprimanded by the house guards to remain kneeling and still on the floor he was chained to, as father and son spoke about him. The Father grumbled in thought, examining the Xaela from afar. With words spoken in a tone both commanding and final, he said;

"Very Well. Have his wounds tended to, and bring him towards the Lanista, and have the Lanista return with verdict to me once he has assessed this...creature."

Right after the words parted from the Patriarchs lips, the guards and his son closed in on the furiously struggling Xaela, refusing to bend, kneel or 'behave' for the lack of a better term. One of the guards had to knock him out in order to instill some 'calm' into the young Khadaghan. With his eyes closing shut, Khadaghans former life as a Dotharl ended. and his new one as "Aan" of the Garlean Empire began. Slave to the Sidiatoris household.