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Bar
TRANSFORMATION PRIOR TO WHAT YOU SEE IN GAME
Age: Mid Thirties.
Race: Human
Born: Sometime during the 11th Century, a decade-ish before the fall of Ulcaster's.
Current Timeline: 1356DR,
Bar spends all his days in the Beregost Inn, and can easily be found there, for Appraisal Services, Thayan Knowledge Services and just about anything else Magic Related, though not Planar.
Occasionally visits Candlekeep.
Backstory:
Hailing from Beregost, a small town, Bar grew up as an average Human with a wanderlust to visit the esteemed Candlekeep. Much to his Parent's woe, he travelled frequently to Candlekeep, with his Twin Sister, Cassiel, an equally average Human Child.
Cassiel herself was enrolled at Ulcaster's School, whilst Bar was simply an errand runner, earning various coins from his assistance and other required tasks.
This further piqued his wide curiosity and longing for Tales of Grandeur.
Bar & Cassiel always went with an entrepid Adventurer, that often lazed around in the Streets, an unpleasant Mercenary fellow named Farnold Locksleight.
They used their small earnings between quiet jobs to get them safely to & fro.
However, on their way back from Candlekeep one fateful night, as they wandered under the starry night sky, distracted by Bar's recount of Tales told to him, an entourage of the Reds, who had travelled through Beregost, happened upon the Trio.
Bar was carrying a book that a Seeker had lent to him, suggesting he may like this Book more than the others he had been permitted to read. A particular Book, detailing the wiles and intrigue to Magical Monsters the likes of which Bar would never see the light of day.
This is what led to the Red Wizard into taking quite the curiosity on an otherwise lacking Commoner Child. The usual ensues, the Red's devotion to Arcane Studies demands to have the Book, seeing as they had travelled all this way, but Bar made a promise to keep it in good condition and not let it out of his sights. Farnold left the Children to their fate, he was only paid to take them back and forth, wishing to not lose his life at the hand of Thayvian Knights and a Red Wizard's power.
"A wise choice.", the Mage responded.
Cassiel was horrified, mentally, however she simply stood there, willowing away, as a quiet and mousey individual, there was nothing the Twins could do, as they fiendishly decided that they would just take the Children and the Book itself, Two Raven's, One Nest, as it were. Ultimately enslaving them to a new life of unfortunate conundrums.
From here, he was experimented on by many Red Wizards, they wished to see the final glorious product of recreating a Manticore via a Human host body. The ensuing product is observed by the Red Wizards as his transformation begun, spending many months and years perverting him into the status of a Legenedary Creature, by powerful Necromancy and Transmutation alike. As intrigue, punishments or otherwise, he was forcibly made to live with Gnoll ears, a left Gnoll leg, a Left Gnoll arm, nay Manticore is complete without a Scorpion tail, of course.
And one was stitched to him, finalising the Frankenstein monster of a Man.
From here, Bar had become the perfect Tool for the Colosseum in Eltabbar. An interesting coincidence of an otherwise fleeting divergence into the darkest of artistry. He's spent all of his Teen & Adult life being tortured, experimented on, sold and utilized as both a Thayan Gladiator and a Slave to make large quantities of Thayan Coin.
His time in this pit afforded him no quiet life, as his limbs were removed through various battles, in the end of times, turning him back into a scarred and incapitated Human, his profit as a Slave came to mostly an end.
As luck would have it, however, an Aasimar Woman saw Bar being thrown out to the pile of other various bodies, that usually gathered up in Eltabbar, and instead offered to regenerate his limbs, even going as far as manipulating a deal to have herself pay for it, to which the Thayan's naturally had no reason to deny an earnest profit and returning the value of an otherwise useless Slave.
After some long, painful nights spent under intense care, Bar found his body repaired and less functional. However, the Aasimar Woman couldn't allow him to return as a Slave, and instead offered to purchase his time, though her request fell to deaf ears and she was denied, as she had spent most of her fortune on the aid and care of the Man, the Thayan's simply wouldn't wait for profit to be claimed, when Bar can be easily thrown back into the Colloseum for more earnings at no cost nor wait.
Bar picked up a few tricks here and there, spending his time in the Arena and having to fend off an onslaught of attacks with only his shackles, as well as picking up the tricks to manage picking away at the Locked doors of his cell. Somehow, someway, Bar became quite the variation of a Swashbuckler.
Through all this time, Bar had not seen Cassiel, nor did he get much time to think about what fate befell her.
After one battle later into his Adult life, he was afforded a small break, to which he climbed one of the many walls in Eltabbar and took some solace in the harsh winds.
A rather flamboyant Gentleman came out from the shadows of the bushes, calling out to Bar.
"Long time no see, Brother."
Bar turned only a side-eyed glance down towards the Gentleman, a clear Tiefling by account of the tail, wearing wonderful clothes and keeping their face concealed from the Sunlight.
"Eh?" his face contorted, as she swung upon the wall to face the Gentleman.
"Oo tha' pikin' 'ell are ya?"
His tone was less than friendly, yet not hostile, simply a way he spoke.
"Caspar." The Gentleman responded, flashing a small ring under the Sunlight, intending for Bar to take a look at it.
Bar squinted, looking at the ring, a band worn through time, his eyes slowly looked up to this 'Caspar', his eyes slowly growing wider.
"Cassiel?!" he bellowed, his cheeks instinctively puffing a little, as his face swelled from the tears and heartbreak he'd felt all this time.
Caspar simply looked up with a kind smile. "Haven't heard that name in twenty seasons.", he replied, as if non-chalant and disregarding the fact, as he latched his Parasol as a sword to his back, he raised his arms elegantly towards Bar.
Bar wiped his tears with the rags of a loincloth he was graced with wearing, proceeding to leap down off the wall and be reunited with his Sibling.
Caspar held his Brother for a long time, as they faded from the Realm into the emotions of nostalgia and the joyous refreshment of loss reverted, Bar raised his head to speak, but Caspar simply shook his head, wishing to remain in the silent embrace and forget the pains they had endured.
After ten minutes had gone by, Caspar broke the silence with firm words of compassion.
"It's time to go.", he uttered to Bar, who in kind gave a quizzical look upwards to the Man.
Caspar continued, "We're leaving Eltabbar.", he spoke with a frown. "I've done everything I can for this moment, please, let us not waste time."
Bar quietly nodded, offering only puzzled looks naturally, despite being the Older of the Two, he was the one being saved now, being saved by his now Younger Brother.
Caspar took Bar's hand firmly, taking out his Parasol with the other, they walked along the Riverbed, as the Scorching Sun continued it's assault on the pair.Of course, as they did this, the Women and Men tasked with making sure Bar keeps up with his Pit Fights had come to collect.
Caspar smiled to the brigade of individuals. "How may I be of service?", he offered the others.
A Woman spoke sharply, "You have our Fighting Dog."
Caspar looked to Bar, a neutral, silent look, quickly pondering what they meant, he responded, with esteemed manners, and a nod of his head. "I shall bring him over to you."
It is hard to know what became of the pair after this time, various accounts only claim the facts that they had been turned to stone as a punishment for something.
For what they believed had been only twenty seasons, had in fact been over Two Hundred.
Bar was the first to be returned to the land of the living, sentenced to travel to the Sword Coast and assist with the foundations and demands that the new Enclave being built there had in mind.
Luckily to Bar's fortune, his ship got to the Docks long ahead of the entourage who would be tasked to conduct business, The Docks had not a single sign of a Thayan Member present, he wandered, perhaps he was intended to meet them elsewhere?
Through the City he walked, out through the Palace District, being viewed strangely by the Guards and Noblewomen and Men alike, as Slavery was outlawed here, Bar hadn't any idea.
When told Slavery is illegal by these same less-than-kind Guards, Bar simply stated he was not a Slave, lying his way through the scene out of fear for betrayal to the Reds. He was told he was sullying the Palace District, and that he needed to leave immediately, as they pointed directions out to the Northern Farmlands, and from here, he aimlessly travelled to the East Farmlands, arriving at a quaint Campfire, looking upon the new Realm with curiosity, as his wanderlust truly took over.
Slave in only Contract, he was a Free Man now. He refused to visit the Enclave, and responded quietly in kind anytime he saw a Red Cloak or Red Wizard.
This was his time to live what life he wanted, but not one without serious troubles.
Whilst waiting at the Campfire, Bar came across two curious individuals, who would turn out to become two of his best Friends, Sabon and Isabella...