Mabbon Dreierg

[Mabbon Dreierg]

Mabbon Dreierg

Age  25

Gender  Male

Origin  Arshakan

Occupation  Outlaw

The only son of the once-great House Dreierg, Mabbon now spends his days hiding from Imperial assassins. Trained from a young age by the finest tutors and sword instructors money could buy, it was believed that the young half-ork would become a fine leader one day. A Senator, say, or perhaps one of the vaunted Primus - those men and women of incredible prestige and ability responsible for hewing a path back to the Empire's glory days.

It was not to be.

His family were of the Old Guard: honourable and respected. And envied in equal measure. The Dreiergs owned vast swathes of land in Southern Arshaka. Rich vineyards and merchant fleets that brought them wealth and the wherewithal to influence the Senate and, by extension, the Imperator Themself.

Certain members of the Senate-elect could not allow for this. Individuals whose greed and ambition outweighed their loyalty to the Empire. Spreading whispers of treasonous intent, and manouevering their assets to oppose the Dreiergs, they eventually managed to exert enough pressure to turn the Imperator's ear. Mabbon's father caught wind of the stirrings before the storm broke. But even he could not hope to face the Raj's wrath alone.

With a heavy heart, he scattered his son and daughters to the farthest reaches of the Empire in the vain hope they might be spared the violence to come. The summons were accompanied by a small host of soldiers and weavers. They arrived in the middle of night. Like murderers.

Mabbon was present when the manse was torched and their servants slaughtered. What guards remained by his father's side died with blades in hand, and curses on their lips. The smuggler meant to take Mabbon to safety never showed up. It was only afterwards that he learned of the smuggler's betrayal, how he had informed the Senate's spies of his father's plans.

The manse burned, and his parents with it. The soldiers attempted to burn him, too, but he escaped out of a postern gate, scarred and bleeding, his hopes and dreams reduced to ashes. Somehow, he managed to evade the Empire's hunters long enough to see his identity changed, his history erased along with his future. That did not keep his family's enemies from searching for him. Only dead would he cease to be a threat. And they were right.

Flitting from place to place, the half-ork eventually found his way to Astravore, a coastal city renowned for its exotic steel.

Steel he intends to use against his enemies. Sooner or later.