Race: Stygian
Age: 37
Weight: 193lb
Height: 6'3"
Gender Identity: Male
An exile from Stygia, Krammok was a citizen reknowned for his great wealth, but operated far from a circle of nobility. By day he was a trader, known for his high quality of goods and honest and fair operation. By night however, he served as a fence, compensating those who lurked in the shadows alleviating other citizens of their posessions. Krammok guised himself as a follower of Set and in early adulthood joined an extremely powerful religious sect known as the Kamos Fedaiken. He played the part well and rose in ranks quite quickly, establishing a foothold in their inner circle. However, it wasn't the religion that drew him in, but the value of the artifacts and holy symbols they posessed. He used his status to smuggle out these trinkets selling them in the hours betwixt light and dark and ammassed himself a fortune he secreted away. However, over time, he became drawn to the lesser god Ishtar. The archaic and brutal sacrifices for Set began to take its toll on Krammoks spirit, and the seductive allure of Ishtar began to become his grounding point. In this, Krammok became careless. He began worshipping her in secret, creating a hidden shrine behind some panelling in his storefront complete with a small brass idol of the lesser god. He began to shirk some of his responsibilities with the Kamos, his hard zealous edge he carefully refined over the years began to soften and his brothers began to take note. It was not long after that his home and business were ransacked and his shrine discovered. He was beaten and dragged back to the circle for judgement. His idol melted down as tribute to Set, but the circle agreed Set would demand more. Krammok would be the next sacrifice. A rough sack was placed over his head and tied tight around his neck. For what seemed like an eternity he struggled to breath, on the brink of conciousness before the crude blindfold was removed and he could finally breath. His reprieve was short as his extremities were held down and a towering masked figure stood over him with a jagged ritual knife. The man cried out in prayer as the knife plunged down and jaggedly inscribed the symbol of the Kamos upon the flesh on his chest. The searing pain blinded all other senses as he was strung up to the old knarled trunk of a tree in the exiled lands. Serving as a warning to those who would oppose the Kamos, and their mighty lord Set.Statistics: Posted by Krammok — Mon Jul 09, 2018 10:11 pm
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