I am Macerio. My father and mother are both half-elves, exiles who have found each other and sought solace in each other's company. My father wished for me to be trained as a weapon that I may protect my mother from the evil that forced them from their homeland.
My father fell in battle before he could return home to raise me himself. His enemies, unable to exact their vengeance on him, vented their atrocities on my mother instead.
I must become the weapon that my father intended. I will crush his enemies and erase all traces of them from thus world. For that, I must grow my strength, build an army and find allies. I will fulfill my mother's prophecy. I shall become Ruler of Kings.
A Sentimental Value
I went into my mother's room and removed her dagger from it's hiding place. I knew her to be a gentle woman so I was surprised when she showed me what she claimed to be her favourite weapon in her youth. It is only fitting that her killers shall die by her own weapon.
Passing by the brothel one night on my way to the tavern, I was surprised to hear a soft, melodious voice say my name. A tiny figure beckoned to me from the shadows. The mysterious figure took down the hood of her cloak to reveal a beautiful woman. "I knew thy mother," she said with a sadness in her eyes. I owe her a debt of kindness I canst no longer repay. So it is to thee that I shall render mine aid for thou shall need it if thou wishes to avenge her death."
Deity of Macerio
Sokram is a minor deity worshipped by a small cult of evil half-elves. When invoked, he manifests as a large black tiger with fangs dripping green acid. It is said he may be summoned to aid in battle but no one knows at what cost.