The Age of Lost Omens
Leader of the Ebonsails, Assassin of Var'jo.
Born Valdir Emensen to a poor fisherman and his wife in the Northern Isles. Growing up poor he envied the rich merchants and fleet captains. Overly ambitious as a youth, he frequently got in trouble with the law. He moved from his small town early on, moving to the capital of Emsk.
He made a living stealing cargo and cutting purses, before taking charge of his own crew. His influence and powerbase continued to grow, creating the Ebonsail smuggling ring, named for the black sails used by smuggling ships at night. At it’s apex, the Ebonsails had a presence in every port and capital in the known Kingdoms. One of the noted pinnacles in his smuggling career was successfully smuggling the Steelstrike brothers from the city of Ustalav.
Sadly, it was not to last. Drugged by one of his lieutenants, Grimshanks, before a raid, he collapsed while shortly after fleeing the butchering of his cohorts. Captured by the Emsk Guardsmen. Charged with numerous acts of theft, murder, piracy, and sedition he was sentenced to a public execution atop Cliffwatch Tower, overlooking Emsk Bay.
As the list of charges were read while Valdir stood atop the gallows. He slipped his bindings, knocked aside his guard and leapt off the Tower into the surging surf of the Emsk Bay, never to be seen again.
After resurfacing and helping defeat the demons, and prevent the collapse of the Crusade, Valdir returned home, dead set and reclaiming his rightful spot as leader of the Ebonsails. With his newfound wealth, infamy, and contacts, and with Grimshanks free of the demon’s influence, Valdir managed to win a hard-fought victory and reclaim the Ebonsails. Restructuring the Ebonsails, ferreting out traitors, and growing their influence in new city, like Hermea have left Valdir almost obsessively occupied, swearing to never be in the powerless position he was in only 2 years before.
Valdir barely lived through the struggle to reclaim the Ebonsail throne, Grimshanks nearly crippled him in the bloody gang war in Emsk. After reclaiming the leadership, he was shaken, determined to pull off an amazing caper, to show others, but mostly himself that he was the best. He chose the Ebon Opal, a grapefuit sized gem of illustrious quality. All went to plan until he laid his hand upon the Opal.
He felt a stab of pain in his arm, a voice in his head chanting in some language he couldn’t comprehend. His hand shook wildly, the Opal slowly shrinking as inky blackness worked its way up through his veins, he last memory before he blacked out from the pain was his shadow, rising from the ground, reaching one of it’s shadowy hands into his heart, the other clutching his throat. It whispered, “Var’jo.”
He awoke in Emsk, in his bed, a pair of bloody obsidian daggers on the floor, the bloody signet ring of Emsk’s Baron on his desk. Not wanting to face another “execution”, he fled, slipped the manhunt by the Guard, to join his friends after hearing of the events in Edessa.