Born in Willowsmire to a farmer’s family Jaxom has humble beginnings. However at around the age of fourteen he was thrown from his family’s love, and into the hateful world. His family farm had been experiencing problems with raiders in their lands. The raiders were taking what animals, and produce that they could. So Jaxom’s father laid out a plan to capture the invaders. He took Jaxom with him, and sent Jaxom’s brothers to other parts of the farm where they lay in wait for the raiders. When the raiders came they sprang upon them like a snake upon a mouse. The raiders didn’t run as his father had expected, and they were armed with daggers, and spears. As he watched Jaxom’s father was grabbed by a raider, and held at knifepoint while the raiders moved away from the farm. Being frightened Jaxom and his brothers followed slowly, and at the edge of the farm just entering the forest the raider stabbed Jaxom’s father, and turned to run. He didn’t make it more than 10 yards before he was struck down by a bolt of lightning that had jumped out of Jaxom’s hand.
His brothers were stunned into silence, and the raider lay bleeding, and dying. Jaxom fled not knowing what had just happened, and hoping it wasn’t as it seemed, and that he could return home, and his father would be there with his family, and everything would be ok. He ran, and ran and ran until out of breath and energy he collapsed onto the ground. He awoke to the dawning sun and cautiously walked home. When he arrived he heard hushed voices inside, and he was afraid to enter, until he heard the very quiet voice of his father. Joyously he ran inside thinking it really had all been a nightmare. As he entered he saw his father laid out on the table a large thick cloth placed where he had been stabbed, and he saw his family gathered around the table. There was a neighbor known to have experience with such things there as well. Jaxom’s face fell when he heard his father tell him to leave. Looking up he locked eyes with his father who called him a heretic, and a shame. His brothers hurried to the other side of the room, and looked at him with fright. Crying he tried to explain that it hadn’t been him and his father yelled that his devil worshipping had somehow been missed, but now they knew that he was not their son, and they he must be the product of some evil demon. And that he was no longer a member of their family, if he had ever been. Jaxom ran from his home then looking back one last time to see his mother crying just at the open door. Then his brothers came, and pulled her inside, and without another look they shut the door. That was the last time Jaxom saw his family.
He ran, and walked, and meandered his way to a group of merchants. One who gave him food and shelter for a while. The merchant took him with him as he traveled to sell his wears, and was astounded at the amount of goods that he sold with Jaxom. Jaxom grew, and after one and a half years he left the merchant, and his wife thanking them for helping him but saying he had better go before something bad happened to them. They didn’t understand him, but let him be on his way. Jaxom wandered from town to town learning things about people like him from rumors he overheard. He slowly started to understand what he was, and he began to go out to remote places, and try to do magic, and learn what he could. Eventually on one of these trips he met a man who knew much about magic. He said he was a wizard, and though wary of Jaxom he taught him much about magic, and other arcane things like dragons. And introduced him to some other people who were wanderers of a sort, and Jaxom went off with them. They had a few adventures, and exciting times, but Jaxom felt as though he didn’t belong with them either. They were all much older then his 17 years when he met them, and they never accepted him as an equal even after he displayed his power, and proficiency with his spells to them time, and again.
After 2 years he left the group of travelers to try things out on his own again now that he had a better knowledge of his own power. He hunted orcs for game and learned more about himself, and his power. Jaxom knew however that traveling alone was not an advised activity, and he tried to stick to towns that were having orc invasions or sightings. He hoped that someday he might find a group of people where he would be accepted as an equal rather than someone who must only be cared for. In Jaxom’s dreams he sees himself with dragons, and he believes that perhaps has father had been partially right. Perhaps he wasn’t their son, perhaps he is the long descended son of dragons, and that perhaps one day he will unlock the power of his dragon blood fully, and then he will be able to truly take care of himself. |
