Lorazira Gost Background

      Hello! I finished my first D&D 5th edition character. I posted her here. Ok yes I made a female character. I had to put that 6 I rolled somewhere.....just kidding. It fit the character and was fun to make :-).

     I was born into the noble family of Gost and grew up in the ancient city of Waterdeep. I had many brothers and sisters, well half brothers and sisters I should say. I was a bastard child born from an indiscretion with an elven visitor to the court. Some would say I was lucky not have been sent away or worse. I did not feel that way at the time. I was largely ignored as a child and was sullen as a result. When not in studies under the tuterage of a hired scholar, I would spend my time reading poetry and stories of old from the myriad of volumes in the library. 

    This past summer when I was wandering the grounds of the family estate,  I discovered a secret entranceto the dungeons below hidden inside one of the family crypts. The crypt had always been locked before but on that day it was left slightly ajar.  I had overheard bits of conversation as a youth regarding the dungeon when the adults did not think I was listening. I had even asked once and was scolded not to believe in such silly stories. I knew now that this is what lay before me. I slipped inside, my elven half allowing me to see inside the dim crypt as if it were brightly lit. Reading the names of the dead and tracing my fingers along the intricate patterns carved into the stone, I discovered that one of the rose's carved into the name plate of my long dead great great great Uncle Theosteles could be pushed in. Upon doing so a flagstone on the floor nearby slid open. The grinding noise was soon accompanied by a brief but cold, dank breeze. What secrets lay in the dungeons below the house of Gost? Clearly, getting caught here would not bode well for me. I should leave and not speak of it....

      I crept down the steps and began to timidly make my way into the dungeon. There were many rooms filled with ancient tapestries, large iron bound chests and stone statues draped in cloth. In an alcove in a room deep within the labyrinth of rooms and corridors was one such statue, small and squat, covered in a heavy dark green velvet cloth thick with dust. Had I heard whispers coming from under the cloth? Fear of being lost, fear of being caught surely were causing my mind to play tricks on me. I pulled the cloth off revealing a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigous claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. It had an alien feel and was made of a dark green stone flecked with bits of gold and silver. I was at once filled with a sense of horror and fascination. I think I fled after that. I am not sure as my memories immediately following my discovery are disjointed and dim. It was that night that the dreams started although I know now that they were not really dreams but an alien mind communicating with me. It promised me power in return for service. Did I agree of my own free will or was I compelled, unable to resist the powerful call of the whispering ancient mind? I cannot say. The promised power did begin to manifest after that however. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Chtulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagle fhtagn!