Character History
Lathas and his family came to live in Suncrown when he was still a very young boy, barely 20. They were given a small plot of land to work as farmers for the Suncrown Family, and even though the work was hard and the days were long, his parents were thrilled to live in Suncrown. On the side, his mother was also a wonderful tailor, selling fancy shirts, dresses, and other cloth and leather items to those who would buy them. His father hunted, gathering meat to cook or sell, as well as hide, which was either sold straight out, or given to his wife to sew into clothing and other items. He and his older brother by 40 years generally helped their parents, and in return they also learned how to sew, cook, and skin.
Years passed and their small family prospered. They worked hard, but they all had comfortable lives. All in all, they were quite happy living in Suncrown. Until the scourge came.
He'd woken to the sounds of battle coming from outside. In the bed beside his, the sheets were rumpled and his brother was gone. Terrified, Lathas ran into his parents' room, only to find them missing as well. His heart caught in his chest as he ran downstairs, meeting his mother coming up.
"Lathas!" She cried, throwing her arms around him as he trembled, not knowing what was happening. "We have to leave. Suncrown is being-"
At that moment, the door broke down, and piles of walking bone and rotting flesh came sweeping into the house.
"Run!" His mother yelled. "Hide!"
Not knowing what else to do, he did what she said, running outside and performing the stealth trick his father had taught him to keep the horrible corpses from seeing him. Fortunately, it worked. Unfortunately, he saw the skeletons cut his mother down and feast on her corpse. And then, as if rubbing salt into the wound, they burned the house down. He crept away as quickly as he could, trying to stifle his sobs.
Hours passed, maybe days, and he could still hear the fighting. Finally it was over. The town was little more than smoldering rubble. Everyone was gone, even the nobles. He was the only one left who hadn't run or been killed.
"Father! Brother!" He called out, hoping that maybe they too had gone into hiding until the fight was over. They hadn't. They'd thrown themselves into the heat of battle, getting themselves killed. Lathas found their bodies laying in the middle of what used to be town square. He was really alone, and at a loss for what to do next. He'd never been without the guidance of his parents, and he was still young at the tender age of 85.
It took days before Lathas found the strength to leave the ruins of his home, but before he left, he buried the bodies of his family. After all, that is what you do when someone dies. He would have buried everyone, but he didn't have the strength. Once that was done, he collected anything of value that he could find, picked a direction, and started walking.
He grew up fast in the span of 5 years, causing him to go slightly mad from time to time. Still not fully matured, but having to face the world as an adult, along with seeing his family killed was hard, was nearly too much to handle. The closest thing he had to a parental figure was a rogue trainer who wouldn't even give him the time of day unless he had money. And money, he learned, was very hard to come by. He wasn't nearly as skilled at sewing or skinning as his parents had been, and as a result, he got little to nothing for his bits of hide and poorly sewn boots and capes. Food and shelter were hard to come by for a kid without any money. Most of the time he ended up hunting for his food, and sleeping under the stars, which wasn't bad unless the weather got nasty.
Eventually, he found that he could do random jobs for even more random people to earn a few copper. But there were a few nights, even now, when he was low on money, and the weather was ugly enough to send him to the brink of desperation - selling his body. He was quite glad, however, that this was a very rare occurrence. Maybe 2 or 3 times in a year, and mostly during the winter.
In the last year, he's tried to settle down. Currently, he rents a room above a tavern where the people don't mind his increasingly frequent babbling to people who aren't actually there. Since he isn't violent, keeps to himself, and pays his bills, the owner lets him carry on. After all, he doesn't hurt anyone. Most people never even see him as he tends to stay hidden the shadows.
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