Miched Sanel Dufraine
Naddium born philosopher, writer, adventurer and gentleman sky-pirate.
Name: Miched Sanel Dufraine
Weight: 162 lbs.
Hair: Dark Brown
- Paralyze/Poison/Death (13)
- Rod/Staff/Wand (14)
- Petrification/Polymorph (12)
- Breath Weapon (16)
- Spell (15)
Light Crossbow (1/1)
Short Bow (2/1)
- Ancient History (16)
- Artistic Ability (12)
- Cooking (17)
- Etiquette (17)
- Navigation (15)
- Seamanship (18)
- Reading/Writing (common)(18)
Leaves from the Memoirs of Miched Sanel Dufraine
I was born Miched, in the early autumn of 1312. I had but one name, as slaves of the Naddium Empire did not receive a surname. My mother and father, too, were slaves just as their mothers and fathers before them. To say they were cruel to us wouldn’t be entirely true, but as I have learned in my travels, any deprivation of a man’s free will is an abuse of the most horrific variety.
My father, Samil, was a smallish man despite his parents. His father, Lutair was a miner, indentured against his will to dig the incalculable dungeons that lie under the Empire’s haunting castles. His mother was a midwife and nurse to the ladies of the [Naddium family] household. Though the slave couple took care of several children, Samil was the only son of their own.
My mother, Marith, was the daughter of Luthian adventurers of mixed elven heritage, captured and enslaved by the Naddium navy in 1302, during one the many invasions that occurred that year. Marith was the youngest of 3, and at the age of 12, far too young to be sent to the mines. She was separated from her family and was placed in the house to be raised as a servant. Marith fell into the care of Samil’s parents. Just 2 years apart in age, my mother and father quickly found friendship.
Samil was trained to be a custodian in the [Naddium family] house and would eventually rise to the position of head caretaker; the most he could hope to achieve without gaining his freedom. My mother was trained in midwifery and nursing. In a few years she began working closely with the ladies of the house, taking over her now-deceased foster mother’s duties. My parents worked hard and endured their servitude in hopes that their favor with the lord of the house would eventually lead to their emancipation. I would arrive shortly thereafter.
In those years I was the only child in the house, something I looked upon as unfortunate when I was young, but later in life realized it was a great boon. My mother was able to spend a great deal more time caring for me in my infancy and middle childhood than she would have otherwise. Every night, she would tell me of the Luthian people, and the ancient elven tribes from which her family descended, stories which her mother told to her in the same manner. She said that even though I lacked the distinctive features of my distant elven kin, I still had the spirit of Irewood in my heart. Years later, I would discover…
…older, she taught me to read, a skill forbidden to slaves. By adolescence, I was pilfering books from the [Naddium family castle/villa] study, a task made easier by the aging wizard librarian, Mikalle. He welcomed my strong back and hard work in exchange for looking the other way while I secreted away some newly discovered script. Page by page I absorbed every morsel of knowledge that I could cull from those tomes. A few years later, by some manner of good fortune, the lord saw fit to assign me as Mikalle’s assistant, a decision that I’m sure was influenced by old wizard himself.
Mikalle was as mysterious as he was kind; a secret to few people. He had been ostracized from the [Naddium family] household, likely for his strangeness, and was left to tend the library far from the rest of the denizens. It is doubtful he protested, as I could see his disdain for [Naddium family], and I’m sure he cared about these books and his work more than their petty noble elitism. It seemed his whole life was devoted to the histories and magical antiquity of the world. Only a small group of shelves were devoted to the [Naddium family] bloodlines and Imperial history; the rest were ancient tomes that featured histories and other written accord, and books written in the unfathomable language of magic.
I found myself not capable of grasping the complexities of the arcane. This seemed to please Mikalle just fine. He would rant about the dangers of magic and the coming of another dark age and would read cryptic passages about a return of a Hidden race of people that mysteriously vanished during the age of magic. While I attributed most of his carrying on to his mounting senility, I was glad that I had not disappointed him by being an inept magician’s apprentice. I did, however, prove myself to be a capable scribe and researcher of non magical texts. It was in this field that I was the most…
…in 1328. The funeral for my father was a swift and small ceremony that went largely unnoticed by any person of higher birth. The only acknowledgment we received was a letter penned by one of [Naddium lord]‘s scribes that apologized for the accident that resulted in my father’s death delivered to my mother some days later. It would certainly not mark the beginning of my disdain for the [Naddium family]…
…and spent the days working in the kitchen while I spent my evenings in the company of Mikalle in his study.