Vic's 2010 Campaign
The Rise of Tyristan Foebreaker
Tyristan Foebreaker, the man who would rise to become the evil god Tyrannas in the time of the coming of the new gods and the subsequent god war, was born the second son of an unremarkable noble family. His father, a minor baron, was an unlucky gambler who’s habits bankrupted the modest family fortune. His mother was the daughter of a much wealthier merchant family who allowed the marriage in hopes of an improved station by noble association.
The family crept along on the trust fund that Tyristan’s mother’s family had provided her and the meager rents that came in from what was left of the family land. Tyristan’s mother never allowed his father to forget his utter dependence on her. She hounded his father for squandering the monies she brought to the family, berating him and belittling him in front of both the children and the servants. She even went so far as to cuckold him, knowing that he could do nothing about it. Again, knowing that Tyristan’s father was unable to purchase the sort of finery that a noble woman should be adorned in, she accepted the “gifts” her admirers would give her and even wear them as taunts around the Baron as he entertained others of station, often being overly flattered by comments on her collection of fine clothes and baubles.
The taunts forced on the Baron by his callous wife angered him greatly and he sought release for his rage. Tyristan became the target of his father’s ire. The Baron looked on his second son as an unsuitable heir and was thankful that his first born had the temperament and the appearance of what he expected in a noble. Tyristan was never allowed to forget this. The Baron would often, in drunken rages, beat the boy for minor infractions and under the guise of teaching the boy the art of sword play.
Tyristan’s older brother was in fact his half-brother, who’s mother was from a noble family. The Baron’s first wife had met him at a young age. They fell in love and married. It was what to all accounts seemed to the sort of story the bards end with the words “… and they lived happily ever after.”. Tragically, it was this devoted wife’s desire to produce a son and heir that caused her death and triggered the Baron’s continuous drinking and gambling problems. As his problems grew and fortunes shrank, the baron was forced to consider offers to elevate certain families through marriage. When the offers became high enough and he became desperate enough he consented to the union a decision he, forever after, resented having to make.
In an ironic and cruel twist of fate, Tyristan was resented by his father because the Baron increasingly suspected that his second son was the result of one of his wife’s extramarital adventures, while the Baron’s wife resented him because she knew he was not the result of such a union and in fact was the son of a man whom she was increasingly growing to despise. Moreover, Tyristan’s mother was angered that the fruit of her loins never failed to fall short of the mark, struggling with accomplishments that seemed to come quite easily to his older brother. The Baroness looked upon these failures as stinging reminders that she was an unloved, second rate, wife who’s bloodline was weakened by ancestors who gains in the world had come not though heroic deeds but rather through double dealing and cheating those they felt they could get away with cheating.
And so it was that Tyristan grew up, the focus of scorn, in a family held together by greed and a wish to keep up appearances. The family was simultaneously being torn apart by the addition of lust, envy, hate and ultimately a desire for revenge.
In another ironic twist of fate it was Tyristan’s older brother, the one who least wished him ill, that was the first to fall victim to this desire for revenge. His brother had always chided and mocked him mostly in front of their father as a means of gaining favor but he more often pitied him. It was this pity that enraged Tyristan. His rage at being relegated to a position that seemed lower than even the servants. The Baron often remarked that at least the servants did something to improve the family’s lives. Tyristan was derided for being nothing more than a burden that would never make anything of himself. While his hated bother was praised by his father and envied by his mother as the sort of son she should have had, the crown jewel of the family. Tyristan scoured the family library to find some means of enacting revenge on his hated sibling.
The family library was a relic of better times when the family had been prosperous and had employed sages to gather knowledge from the four corners of the world. As he searched the library, Tyristan was startled to find a secret and forgotten room in the old keep. His great grandfather had been a paladin of some note and had used this room as a private study. Collected there were books detailing the evil practices of his enemies which he studied to better understand how they might be found, rooted out and destroyed. The study was also packed with many of the looted treasures of his enemies including armor and weapons, some still with small amounts of blood dried upon them. These items almost universally radiated an aura of evil the only good items having been lost on great grandfather’s final crusade to battle some demon known as the corrupter. The items of greatest note were a heavy lance and black armor and shield. Despite many decades locked in this secret underground room, these items gleamed like new and radiated a numbing coldness that somehow thrilled Tyristan with possibilities. One other item caught his attention, an ornate and obviously cruel dagger.
Fascinated by this item Tyristan researched the dagger and it’s vile purpose. Fortunately his great grandfather took great pains to chronicle his adventures with all the details necessary to piece together where every item came from and how it was obtained. These journals were written with the idea that one day the information could be used by others a guide to how to best defeat evil. To Tyristan it became a guide to how to avoid the pitfalls of those that became careless, were caught and slain in pursuit of there evil plans. Even more to Tyristan’s fortune, the old paladin had collected the musings of other adventures who wrote of their methods for finding and destroying evil doers. Tyristan started his own such book, making plans in such a way as to hide his possible future activities via misdirection and cunning. Tyristan’s research eventually revealed the dagger to belong to the cult of Nerull an evil god who followers crave gain through evil acts. As he turned the wicked thing over in his hands a plan formed in his mind.
Tyristan’s grandfather, a greedy and disreputable merchant, had asked that Tyrstan’s brother be allowed to escort small load of highly valuable merchandise. I was explained that the presents of nobility on this last leg of the journey would create an air of importance and prestige that would greatly boost the sale value of the goods. The baron was assured that no harm could possibly befall his son as the merchant being experienced in such matters could promise that secrecy had been maintained about the nature of the small caravan. Furthermore, the Baron’s father in law promised a share of the increased profits, and opportunity the Baron simple could not afford to pass up.
The plan was simple. Tyristan would arrange for the caravan to be intercepted by someone who had been told of the caravan’s planed route and time as well as the guard company that was escorting the goods. He would also arrange that his bother would be kidnapped and held for ransom. Grandfather would be forced to pay the ransom or suffer a huge loss of face. Tyristan would also arrange for his brother to become overly drunk and talkative at the local tavern sometime before the mission. This would have the benefit of laying the blame squarely on the shoulders of his hated brother as well driving a wedge between his father and the source of the money he so desired.