The most powerful scrying spells of the order could not tell us the whole truth of what went down there, but we have the certainty that your father was submitted to tortures beyond mortals comprehension, forced to see the death of her beloved Valestra, deceived to think you had died that day as well, he became mad, and a shadow of his former self…
We don’t know exactly how, or when, but in the end he gave in to his tortures, and became a Beshtegos… a Lich, now slave to the demon Orcu’s will.
Not too long after, new hordes of infernal fiends came back to attack shadowsend… and this time there was no Avaran to defend it… the city fell to the surprise attack of the demons… those few that survived, tell the story of an skeletal spellcaster, wearing your father battle auspices. The city remains to this day occupy by Undead and demonic horrors we can only imagine.
I hope my son you can forgive me for hiding this for so long, the council of the order deemed it would be best to keep your horrible past from you till you where old enough to start your secret training in the Corax, where you depart today.
May your sorrowful fate end soon, my son, be well.
S. Castellan; Holy Priest of the Raven Queen.