Jac Aleckington

Early Life

Jac Aleckington was born into Jagdas months 3 years before Jagdas fell and his parents and him migrated to Rathnir, his parents had died in an incident with a horse falling off a cliff. Jac himself had almost died too, but with his last breaths, he had prayed to the Gods and the Gods answered back. Jac had seen a bright flash of white light, he found himself eye to eye with a god, which the god had touched with the tip of their finger his heart, and he passed out. He woke up several days later on the cliff overlooking the scene, and he stared down in horror to see the scene. He raced down and gathered all he could and buried his parents in a grave he dug himself nearby. In a small puddle nearby, he saw what had happened and the effects of the blessing. His hair had turned a grey and his skin a pale white, and now he was a Eouhan. He hid under a robe he could he find later in his travels.

Adult-Hood To Now

Jac had traveled Rathnir for many years before finding Scorpius, a moderately sized town and joining it bfore he set off on his travels again and meeting Urgath Villhorn, which he convinced him to join Akratia, and he settled in Isheleryn before following Urgath to a new town that he was constructing before following him into another developing town he had established, Dark_Smoke Ville, which had burnt down while he was away on a journey to get resources. Samai Villhorn, Urgath's eldest daughter, had left a sign in the ashes and rubble of the town, which contained the location of a new town she was constructing. He headed there and settled down to make a small iron and gold selling shop with a public mine, before the spirits of his parents started to haunt him more and more, even during the happiest of times he could see them always in the background watching him. He prayed to the gods over and over before they answered to have faith in their religion, Soluanism, is the answer to all of his pain and suffering. He followed the religion and soon enough, his haunting spirits of his parents were gone, but, as he delved deeper, he tried a ritual that was meant to be performed on the bed. Although suspiciously looking like a deep sleep treatment, he had done it and he was correct, it was a deep sleep treatment. However, it was too late and he had a fell into a deep sleep, and it was lost how many days or months or years or even decades or centuries he would be asleep as he was the only one to be able to decipher the ancient texts of Soluanism. That is where he lies today, resting, without anyone knowing how to wake him.