Nigel Kaolin

Nigel Kaolin

                Nigel, headstrong and determined, ran away from home at the tender age of eleven.
                Quick witted enough to out think his friends, and strong enough to force their rage back when he out-insulted them, Nigel knew that his family’s life was unjust. He grew tired of having to do what he did not want to do. His parents loved him and provided everything they could for him, however, he father and mother and the rest of his siblings worked as serfs on a minor vassal lord’s estates in Zeural. They toiled every day for the meager subsistence in which to live. He hated to be reliant upon the stingy generosity of the Vassal. He hated to see his parents suffer just so he could have a half a biscuit more. Nigel had worked in the fields since he was six, and discovered his emerging magical ability, which he hid from everyone. He loved his parents and his family, but he could not take the fruits of their labor going to his vassal and not bettering their own lives. He left.
                Nigel spent the next ten years learning the hidden criminal underbelly of society. He learned street cons. He excelled in pick pocketing. He graduated to extortion and racketeering. In Onger, he rose up the ranks of the local criminal guild. He controlled and executed most all the crime on the south side of Onger. He bribed enough officials to keep him out of jail. Soon after his twenty first birthday, he decided that he should run the entire organization. The wizened old guild master, Tommy Fountainbleu, had other ideas. Nigel still did not like to take orders. Tommy made sure that Nigel would never run the guild while he lived. Nigel’s big day came when Ol Tommy fought in the street with a traveling Necromancer. Tommy lost. Nigel’s first taste of true power, seeing the sheer fury of gevebe energy molded into horrifying effects,  left him hungry to learn more. He confronted the Necro in the street, not for revenge, but for information. The Necro lowered his guard enough to invite Nigel to study at Viata Negru, a Necromancer institute of learning.
                Nigel passed the entry exam, which was to random slay the first person he met in Waspau. There, he met a middle aged man going to work on the road south of Waspau, and with the timely application of dark fyre, earned his acceptance. There was no pretense, no clandestine endeavor, he walked right up to the man and killed him with flame. The school’s master, Anthony Mekor, observed the true potential in Nigel and trained him directly. Mekor established the traditional manner of Necromancer training with Nigel’s class. The young Nigel excelled at Necromancy. He graduated first in his class and Mekor promoted him to the Council of Twelve at twenty six. He became the youngest member of the Council since its inception. When Mekor died, Nigel became the Supreme Necro of the Council with unanimous consent.
                Nigel took Mekor’s school model and improved it. He established Blackstar, the first Necromancer College. Under his direct control, hundreds of graduates have went on to pursue their dark passions. Although, there are other necromancer education centers, none risen to the level of excellence as Blackstar, under Nigel’s direction.