Kamden GalanOdel

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(10) Kamden Tarrant was born into a hugely dysfunctional family. Jett Tarrant married Lea Hayley thinking that the marriage would be all about reform and getting away from what every other tiefling was about. He was against heeding the call to evil. He defied his nature and thought his wife, the gorgeous human he fell in love with, was going to help. He wanted to be good…for himself but also his son.

After Kamden was born, Jett began to stray from what his marriage was built on. He began pickpocketing, and stealing from people around him who could barely survive; all of this happening in front of Kamden’s eyes. Being influenced, Kamden started down the same path as his father. His thieving ways started innocently enough; stealing things from around the house and hoarding them in his room.
One day Kamden got brave and tried pickpocketing in town…and in front of his mother. Lea caught him before any damage could be done and scolded him the entire way home. All Kamden could say was, “But Dad does it all the time…why can’t I?”
Lea was in a sheer fit of rage by the time they both walked through the door. She thought that her husband had changed and had withdrawn from his old way of living, but she was wrong. Jett flown the coop and she wanted to stop him before he hurt anyone more. She wanted Kamden to be brought up right. Not an ounce of influence from her husband’s old life. Kamden was sent to his room and all he could hear through the door was arguing and very loud screaming. One scream in particular scared him the most. It was his mother. He couldn’t take being penned up any longer and ran out to see what all the commotion was about. He got to the front room in time to see his father jumping through the window and his mother on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
Kamden’s father, that bastard of a man, would pay one day for killing Kamden’s mother.
SIDENOTE: After that day, Kamden could never stay in a solid relationship with a woman for too long. He didn’t want to become his father and he couldn’t bare it to see another woman hurt because of the blood that ran through his veins. He didn’t want to personally harm them nor did he want to take the chance of Jett Tarrant coming back into his life and taking away another woman he loved.
(20) Years passed and Kamden had learned to fend for himself and grew up on the streets, out of sight from others. He left his old town behind and ended up in a trading town known as Urmkirkey. Kamden was very sloppy though and that sloppiness caught the eye of one of the elven town guards, Turhus GalanOdel, who was off duty at the Wet Rapier Pub.
Kamden, looking for gold, saw Turhus and had the brilliant idea of trying to pickpocket him. He wasn’t very sly though because Turhus felt the tug of his belt as soon as Kamden grabbed his pouch.
Kamden got lucky though because instead of getting tossed away in the dungeons, Turhus took it upon himself to help Kamden turn his life around. Turhus adopted Kamden into his life completely. He introduced Kamden to the locksmith of the town and was given an apprenticeship with him. He started out learning the fine workings of making locks and, giving in to his tiefling ways, also learned how to build traps.
(26) After six years Kamden mastered the arts of locksmithing and trapmaking. He became bored with both so he got a job with the blacksmith and began specializing in forging weapons.
Unfortunately for Kamden, his tiefling blood boiled beneath his skin. Roaming the pubs one night Kamden ran into the notorious group known as Last Oblivion. They were a thieves’ guild that ran the slums of the town. Even though Kamden knew they were bad news, he wanted in. The temptation was too high and he lost sight of what he wanted in life and worked so hard to get.
Eventually, after a bar fight had ensued, Kamden offered his services to them…for a price. The guild accepted and Kamden became the middle man between them and the guards of the town. Information that Turhus told Kamden used to be confidential information between the two; not anymore. Anything about the guards patrolling or raiding was information that the Last Oblivion now had.

This was working wonders for them until about a year later (27) when the guild decided that it was time for Kamden to capture and bring in Turhus for interrogations and torture. Kamden accepted this task willing. By the time Kamden reached the guardhouse he knew what he had to do. Turhus could see the look of worry splayed across Kamden’s face as soon as he walked in. Kamden didn’t have to say a word. Turhus already knew what was going on but let Kamden tell him and the other guards anyway…how he was working for the Last Oblivion, how they wanted Turhus captured, everything. Fortunately, in the time that it took to get to Turhus, Kamden had already come up with a plan to stop the guild. Lucky for him the guards, as well as Turhus, were very forgiving and keen on taking down the thieves.
The guards listened intently as Kamden unveiled his plan to stop the Last Oblivion. It would take teamwork and a lot of stealth to stop this guild.
They went by the cover of night, swords drawn and bows at the ready. Kamden and Turhus were leading the way, Turhus being bound with rope. The guards slipped into darkness as Kamden approached the door. It opened ever so slowly and one of the guild members allowed them to enter. Once inside, Kamden “threw” Turhus in the middle of the room. The guild members circled him, not one of them knowing who should interrogate and torture Turhus first. That was the opportunity…that was a moment that changed everything in Kamden’s life.
Wood splintered and glass shattered as the raid began. Throats were cut, chests were gouged and blood was spilled. Agonizing screams were heard from every area of the room. The surprise ambush worked. That’s what the guards thought until Kamden did a body count. Two were missing, and he knew which two. There was the human leader, Ezechiele Mazzuca, and his lackey, Paxton Biggerstaff. Kamden ran over the broken door into the brisk night but it was too late, the two thieves were gone.
Even though the guards cheered and hollered around him, Kamden wasn’t in a very good mood to celebrate. Yes, the guild was dead and broken but two members slipped his grasp. He should’ve known the slippery weasels wouldn’t want to fight. They were never ones for dirty work. Hopefully one day, Ezechiele and Paxton would get what was coming to them; either by someone taking them down with brute force or their decrepit bodies withering away to nothing but dust. Kamden didn’t care.
After the town discovered that it was Kamden who was the brains of the operation to take down the Last Oblivion, he became highly well-known and liked. The story spread through town like a wildfire. Everyone knew what had happened and how the guild was taken down.
Soon though, life slowly began to calm down. Kamden and Turhus went about their business as usual but there were a few perks added. Turhus was promoted to Guard-Captain and Kamden was given a place with the guards. He was a patrolman now. He loved the idea of searching for the worthless thugs that plagued his town. It was the closest thing he’d get to being an adventurer for a while.
One foggy evening, while patrolling, Kamden could swear he could see a faint blue glow coming from one of the alleyways. He unsheathed his dagger and crept swiftly down the alley toward the mysterious glow. Peeking around the corner, Kamden saw a cloaked figure waggling his fingers at his own feet. The blue glow suddenly reappeared. The glow was coming from a mist that engulfed the figure’s body. A gaseous form was now floating where Kamden could swear the figure just stood.
“Tai in huё fatanyu?!?!?” (What in the nine hells?)
Was trapmaking and locksmithing all Kamden wanted in life? That decision for him was still up in the air.
The “gaseous form” in the alley turned out to be the town wizard, Barthalemu Silverhoe. He and Kamden became friends soon after that night. Kamden wanted to learn “the way of the wizard” as he put it but Silverhoe discovered after a week that Kamden lacked enough discipline to master the arcane. Only time would tell if Kamden could, should and would become disciplined enough. Silverhoe wanted Kamden to leave behind the familiar and step out into the unknown world around him, gaining experience and discipline as he adventured. It would be the only way that Kamden could make his dream come alive. He was a rogue through and through but he could sense that there was more to him then just that, deep down inside himself. He’d unlock that mysterious power…one day.
Kamden went back home to pack up his belongings for the adventure ahead. He stepped through the door finding Turhus skinning a deer he had apparently caught earlier that day. Kamden smiled at him, remembering all that Turhus had done for him in the past. Turhus raised him as his own, when he didn’t need to. Kamden was a street-rat, knowing nothing. Turhus changed all of that by giving him a home and a father figure to look up to. He gave him a path in life and Kamden took it. Without Turhus, Kamden would be nothing. After all that, Kamden would now have to say goodbye to the one person who loved him unconditionally, as his own flesh and blood.
Kamden packed up his stuff and emotionally said goodbye to Turhus – his father. He was not Kamden Tarrant anymore but Kamden GalanOdel.
During that goodbye, a deal was made between the two. Kamden would write letters as much as possible and neither one would be forgotten. If and when Kamden came back, he would visit Turhus regardless of what was happening.
Turhus knew this day was coming. He just didn’t know when. Turhus knew that his life was going nowhere fast all those years ago before Kamden. Kamden gave him life again. Turhus had a purpose. He was a father to someone who truly needed it. It brought a smile to his tear-stained face the more he thought about it.
After one more hug, Kamden grabbed his things and stepped out into the night. Turhus stopped him and gave him one last piece of advice:
“Hosta I anwa mi.” (Assemble the truth within.)
Kamden looked back and said:
“Ava loita.” (Without fail)
Years passed and neither Kamden nor Turhus ever forgot about the other. Letters were sent back and forth as promised. Kamden became stronger physically, mentally and emotionally and was getting closer to being disciplined enough to begin understanding and using “the way of the wizard”. He also spent a lot of his time honing into his rogue skills as well. He wouldn’t give up on either. He was too devoted; his rogue ways reminding him every day of Turhus and the life he lived in happiness and the wizard ways reminding him of what lie before him.
The future seemed like an adventure and Kamden GalanOdel definitely enjoyed a good adventure.

Kamden GalanOdel

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