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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.

As the battle in the shadowsend foothills kept roaring into the darkness, and the might of the Raven Knights was marching up to wipe out the demonic army that your father had kept in check, the ritual that would take care of Gostrios was set in motion…

Many of the most devout clerics of the Raven Queen where there that night, some say the ritual was so powerful that a tenth of shadowcrossings where spawned into this world that day… All I can say for sure is that it was the day you were born.

You see, something that most of the sacred text left untold was, that Valestra was with a child in her womb, you my dear son, was but a month of being conceived that day.

As the ritual continued two things were made clear… the demonic forces in shadowsend where starting to become erratic and disorganized, their attacks began to appear apart from one another, their commanders started to rise to battle poorly protected and such, this was an opportunity your father would not let pass.

Even before the rest of the Raven Knights forces got there, he gathered his elite guard and raided to the front lines, taking down infernal warlords, commanders and lieutenants in his path… clearly opening a gap in the enemy’s formation in an attempt to slay Gostrios that night.

The other thing that became apparent with the ritual was that, the forces of your mother, in her current state were leaving her body as her exhaustion became more and more obvious.

Was in that moment, that the doors of the temple of fate trembled, when hordes of demons started rushing inside, killing everything they could in their way… They seemed rather aware of the temple defenses as they managed to past the traps and guards making their way in to the chant room.

Ritual coming to an end Enesstrere, broke the chant room entrances to see how the reflection of his master Gostrios image, was encased in a giant black crystal pending from the ceiling. 

“And so, your name shall not know longevity, like a futile flower in your precious winter thou shall see them wither and die before thee…” Gostrios, ruler of the infernal scions.

This words where marked in Ioan’s consciousness. More than memories, they were in the very blood of his kind, crawling like a reminder of the precious sacrifice of love that made him possible and the monstrosities that made that necessary…

Little does he retain from his youth, barely nothing that hasn’t passed through one of the scholars that handled him as a child, but, if one thing is certain, is that he witnessed horrors that any mortal would want to forget as well… never the less, the mind always finds the ways to bring forth that which has scarred the soul, and so are the nightmares of this child, what led us to the understanding of what happened that night…

My name is Sebastian Castellan the third, a cleric of the Winters Maiden Temple and Ioan’s tutor, and as such, It has been decided that is within my duties, to preserve that knowledge which is to be passed on to him when he’s of age.

[Written on the side of the parchment] Ioan, my child… let me remind you to keep present while you read this parchment, that I have love you like my son since you came to my care, and that is with love and grief that I place this burden onto you… remember as you learn the truth that, our goddess queen has a plan for all of us, and we, her servants must but to play our parts in the grater cogs of fate… accepting all that is a consequence of it.

So these are the oath im using currently, got several so they don't get too repetitive and each two is base on each of the deity's domain (the Raven Queen)

Death:

May the ravens travel your soul to letherna...

My queen demands your soul, and your soul she shall have

Fate:

Fate led us here, and here is where you die...

Curse your fate, for you are my target...

Winter:

Feel the gentle repose of perpetual winter...

Winter comes to all things, and today has come to your life...