Family and history of Jacinth Berylstar:

Jacinth was born on the fourth of March in the year 583. He also had a sister , but was separated at birth. His father, a Gaje (who’s name he never did catch), got into an argument with his mother, Riana Berylstar, about custody of the children they had together. A deal was struck between the two and his father left with his sister and the clan ended up with Jacinth. He was just a newborn when it happened and never learned their names nor did his mother ever talk about them.  He grew up in the wholesome family environment of a gypsy clan and was given his first dagger at the age of 8. Jacinth was told that all young males receive one at the age, yet after overhearing many of the adults in camp complain about something called "The Horde" and a recent rise in monsters throughout Tyrra; he decided to practice with his dagger everyday. Being a gypsy he naturally fancied gold and trinkets, but his desire for them was much greater than that of others. At times it seemed his lust for treasure completely took over, forgetting what dangers laid ahead. He was young though and could not afford all these trinkets; so he ended up stealing them. Being small and innocent no one suspected that the recent burglaries were committed by a child. He thought he was master after he completed some simple purse snatching and lock picking and became careless.

Jacinth found himself foolhardy enough to attempt to steal the purse from our bandolier, which he knew had to have tons of gold inside. Needless to say he was caught and brought before the Bandolier for judgment. Being young, Abraxis held some sympathy in that fact he did not entirely know what he was doing; but he had still committed a serious crime. Stealing form the clan was almost unheard of. Seeing that he was somewhat adept at the thieving arts it was decided that rather waste his skills Jacinth should be sent with the trade caravans and "liberate" items from unsuspecting Gaje who obviously did not care enough about their possessions to leave them so poorly protected. So he left home at the hardy age of 10 and saw the world away from the camp for the first time. It was not until 598 that his caravan heard news of the massacre of at Autumn Glen. Still quite young at the time he was shielded form the news and did not realize what all the commotion was about. He only heard spattering of "those implacable undead" or "we have to go back and look for our cousins." He took the hint that something bad had happened. Jacinth eventually overheard that whatever it was that happened at Autumn Glen was really bad and realized that his mother said that she was going there in her last letter. He became deeply worried when he no longer received pigeons from her. His caravan rushed out of Lumberton to seek out members of our clan who might have resurrected in far off places.

Yet in 598 the Horde was active and some of it’s troops slipped behind the alliance lines and raided many areas, including Lumberton. His caravan ran into one of these mobs and was scattered. Those who stood and fought were cut down before his eyes and he ran as fast as possible into the dark abysmal woods. Jacinth soon found himself lost amongst screams of pain and anguish along with those of war cries and the clashing of steel upon steel. He grew very afraid and to this day he does not feel comfortable alone in unfamiliar terrain. Jacinth turned around a tree only to find himself face to face with a goblin. He backed off and drew out his dagger in hopes of defending himself. The fight began and after a few clashes his dagger lay on the ground an his shirt was soaked in blood; the blood was his. The goblin cut him across the right side of his chest and split his chin open. The goblin then charged Jacinth with fury he had never seen before. Jacinth swore that if he somehow survived he would kill any goblin he ever came across. Jacinth closed his eyes awaiting the blade to pierce him as he screamed in terror.

He reopened his eyes only to find the goblin dead and see a Sarr on top of it’s fresh kill. Miralda was part of a mercenary band know as the "Black Talon." They were hired by the nearby hobling village to protect them in case of attack. They heard the sound of battle in the distance and went to investigate. They took Jacinth with them and searched for others from his caravan. If any survived, they did not find them. Having no where to go Jacinth hooked up with the "Black Talon" and soon found himself under the teachings of Miralda. She taught him how a rogue can be quiet as they walk and stealthily sneak up on their victim. Jacinth was not great at it but he picked up a few tricks. She helped him refine his thieving skills, teaching him more about picking locks and how to disarm and arm traps. She tried to teach him how to use a short sword but his interest was in the dagger. Jacinth sparred with her but never won. She even had her friend Jarris teach him how to throw his dagger at targets from a distance. During the time he spent with Miralda he grew very fond of her and earned a deep admiration for the stealth and power of a Sarr.

The "Black Talon" soon found itself back in Lumberton in early 600 and ironically enough the same town where he was separated from the clan. He heard that we Berylstars in town; he could rejoin us. Jacinth was filled with great joy but also sadness knowing he would have to leave Miralda. That night he went to say his good-byes to her only to find Miralda under attack by Drae slavers. He threw a dagger and it luckily thrust itself into the back of one of the Drae. His shot was lucky and the Drae made one final scream before he collapsed to the ground dead. The Drae's cry brought the attention of the other Black Talons and the Drae quickly made off with their prize before anything could be done. Yet before Jacinth lost sight of them he heard one of the Drae scream "The house of Karras will make you pay for killing Kasraie, pray we never learn your name."

Jacinth entered town with a heavy heart and rejoined with the clan. His spirits sank even deeper when he learned the true horror of what happened at Autumn Glen. Undead massacred his folk and many were killed. He asked for news of his mother and if she resurrected and if anyone had found her. None of us could give him the answer he wanted. Jacinth stood at the entrance of the tavern crying his heart out and made two more vows. To kill as many of the undead that his body and spirit would allow him to and to fight slavery when ever the chance arose and seek out and find Miralda and his mother if news ever came up about their whereabouts. He realized then he would not be able to do this alone, at least not right now. He needed to grow stronger and find friends willing to help him.

Jacinth walked back into the tavern, grabbed a mug and filled it with some Hooch. Only seventeen years old and it seemed to him that he had witnessed a lot. These thoughts quickly left his mind as his mind was soon filled with the happy harmony of gypsy song and dance and the feeling of some good hooch pouring down his throat.