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My story? Sure, whatever. I was born a Kalashtar, the joining of a spirit and a human.
My mother knew I’d be treated like a freak, so she did the responsible thing and
dropped me with an entire family of freaks: the Blood Hunters. She left me at
Stökkbreyttur, the school of the mutants in the icy north of the Sword Coast. The one
who cared, raised and trained me is Kodlak, a man as skilled as he is old and grumpy.

My childhood was like any other, early training sessions, various tests of the mind and
skill, and watching most of my friends die as we were given monsters to study and fight
to prove our worth. We weren’t given the right to a name, as there was no point if we
were going to slip up and die. As children, we were called “boy,” “child,” “student,” “bait”
or “meat.”

Then came the Hunter’s Bane, a ritual that makes us Hunters in the first place. Of the
remaining fifteen, four made it out, including myself. Only then were we given the right
to a name, as we had a much lower chance of dying. We were freaks after all. Most of
my brothers in blood chose extravagant, mighty or brave names. I chose one that meant
something to me. While in training, whenever I had the time between the swords, bows,
spears and monsters, I would read. I read about a hunter who, against all odds, lived a
good and powerful life. Yet he was always strong. I wanted to be strong, but I also
wanted to be wise with that power. So I put the hero’s and his mentors name together,
thus naming myself Vesalt. I didn’t see the point of having a last name, as no one else
would share my own.

I then spent decades traveling, finding one bounty after the other, becoming a true
Hunter, a monster to kill monsters. Later on in my life, I made the mistake of falling in
love… Her name was Yencir, a sorceress who specialized in cryomancy. She gave me
the idea to use a silver sword… I told her time and time again that I didn’t want to have
her with me, so she wouldn’t be hurt, but she insisted on following me always. I could
never say no to her.

This time in my life was happy. Until we got her last job. A town had been held hostage
by gnolls, and we thought we had handled worse. Usually when gnolls hold a town
“hostage,” it means everyone is already dead. But these were different, smarter. They
knew what they were doing. At least, the leader did. We fought our way through the
town, almost clearing the gnolls. Most of the townspeople were dead, as expected.
Most. We heard a scream from a house not far off, I was fighting a duo of gnolls myself
and told her to go. To this day I wish I could beg her to stay.

When I finished my fight I heard another scream. I didn’t know I could run so fast, it was
like my body couldn’t tire. I knew how fast I was running, but it still felt like eternity.
Which somehow lasted longer when I arrived. I saw the entire scene as if time had
stopped. A family; mother, father and daughter lie in the corner, afraid but alive. The
gnoll leader, standing there, cleaver in hand and covered in blood. Yencir, on the
ground… dead. I didn’t know what exactly had happened… did the gnoll take them
hostage and she panicked? No. Thats not it…. Did the gnoll get the drop on her? That
can’t be it either. To this day the only answer I’ll accept is that the demon was going to
strike down the family, and she got in the way.
I went into a rage so fierce I don’t even remember the fight. I didn’t even notice when he
slashed my face, almost cutting out my eye. I just remember sitting in the middle of
town, surrounded by the bodies of dead gnolls, with the leaders head still clenched in
my hands.

The family asked me my name, and I said Vesalt. Vesalt Yencir.

Once, years later, during a job, I was thrown a baby as tribute. This child was created of
a union between a werewolf and a woman who didn’t know her lovers true nature.
When she gave birth, her daughter was a shifter, a cursed being like myself. I didn’t
want her, but her mother said that is my reward, a worthless child, so I don’t kill the
locals, eat their meat and drink their blood. I looked into the child’s yellow eyes, and told
her mother exactly what I thought of her. Things that probably shouldn’t be said in front
of a baby. The child was never given a name, as she was to be killed soon as to not
curse the village. I named her Sylvanna, and brought her back to Stökkbreyttur. I taught
her for the first ten years of her life, then had to leave. As the cold left a painful reminder
of who I lost.

I now find myself caring for another other than myself once again, like a fool. I see her
every couple months, she looks more a more like a woman every time I see her. Making
me feel like even more of an old man. Though, I’m excited to see her every time.
Sylvanna, my student. My daughter.