Malathor Yuraine

Malathor worked hard for everything he ever had. He had always wanted to become a historian and explorer, but with the birth of a child did not finish and never went on to become one. He loved his Wife, Luca, very dearly, but his daughter, Maura, meant the world to him. While looking through old pictures, they saw pictures of him with an artifact he had uncovered.

“Daddy, What’s this?“
“That’s me when I used to go exploring, Honey.“
"Oh, those Explorers are cool, aren’t they? But wait, why aren’t you an Explorer guy if you used to do it?"
"Daddy had more important things to do, like take care of Mommy and you."
"But you always said to follow my dreams, isn’t this your dream?"
"Some dreams are put on hold by more important things. You have to get to them later, if ever."
"Well, I’m…uh, Old…and Mommy is…old…so…we’re both old enough to take care of ourselves."
"What are you saying, Maura?"
"I’m saaaaying if I’m supposed to follow my dreams, you should too."
"Honey…I–"
"No, it’s only fair, I bet you’d be the best Explorer ever!"
"Oh, Honey, it’s been years…Are you sure you’d be able to handle yourself?"
"Mal, she’s right. It was your dream, and I took you away from it. The nearest town has a college, I think it was hiring. We saw last time we went in, remember?"
"Oh…Luca, don’t encourage this silly nonsense, I–"
"Daddy is gonna be the best Explorer!"
"Yes…He is, Isn’t he…"
"Are you sure…?"
"I’ll just keep Maura occupied while you’re gone, I can’t wait to see you come back with the old look in your eye, the one you always used to get."
"Thank you…Luca…and you too, Maura…"
"Daddy is gonna be the best! And then I’m gonna be a Explorer when I grow up, too, and me and Daddy will go into every cave together."
"Anything for you, Maura…Anything…”

Malathor trained hard and trekked to the nearest town to check for job offers. While he was in town, a strange boy rushed into town, limping and out of breath. He managed to spout one word before passing out from blood loss, and that words was “bandits”. The boy was from Malathor’s village, so he demanded to be part of the party that went out to search the village. When they arrived, the Village was decimated. Malathor rushed to his home, the building trashed like all the others, and busted through the door to find the two he lived for and loved with all his life nothing but limp carcasses. The sight was disturbing to anyone, especially those who knew them. He crawled over to the bodies of his loved ones, crying out as he knew it was pointless, they were gone. When He finally returned to the village, he learned that the bandits whom destroyed his village were not even going to be confronted, let alone pursued. Malathor was outraged, wanting the men to be brought to the headman’s ax for what they took away from him. Despite all of his pleading, all he was rewarded with was an opportunity to become the Historian he always dreamed of. He took the condolence prize, reluctantly, but a bit of him died when he did. The humane man he once was died with his family, and out came a cruel monster, willing to do anything to get revenge on everyone who wronged him. He quickly showed great potential as an Explorer, even in his older age, with the use of magic to aid him. Many people highly regarded the man, saying that he was one of the best there ever was, but none of that mattered. He grew cold, and spiteful as he festered in his own hatred for the bandits who pillaged his village. Nobody ever thought more of him than a cranky old man, but there was always something sinister behind his cold, dead eyes…