5e Birthright Campaign

You've always felt different, even from childhood. Although you had a relatively normal childhood with stern but loving parents, there were three events that deeply affected your life.

First, you killed your first foe when you were 10 years old. Your family's village or town was attacked, be it by bandits or soldiers from a different barony or humanoid monsters, it doesn't matter. They attacked and you found yourself with a sword in hand, or perhaps a spell or two, and you took one or more of them down. It was frightening and yet thrilling at the same time. The rest of the village noticed.

After that, you started having dreams, disturbing dreams, of a bunch of adventurers, captured, bound and tortured by demonic forces. Each dream added more and more detail while still remaining just glimpses.

At first you thought it was just a bad dream based on your experience killing for the first time, then later you came to realize that you have some connection with these people as you realized you remembered parts of their lives as if you had lived them. Those memories were just snatches of experiences but each one shook you to the core.

Second, when you were old enough, you sought out a local witch or sage to answer your questions about these dreams. Their powers were limited but they had enough to tell you that your soul isn't your own, but a melange of parts of other peoples' souls. What foul demonic magic could have done this? How is this even possible? Who am I if I'm a mix of other people? Am I some foul creature or something else?

They also told you something you hadn't guessed before -- your family isn't really your family. You were adopted or a foundling or came to them some other way. But you remembered being in your mother's womb. What person remembers that? How could that not be your mother?

When confronted, they admitted it with sadness borne of fear that they lost you forever but you realized that despite not being of the same blood, they were your family. Their love for you was such that, when you left to find your fortune in the world, your father gave you a gift -- a magic sword or perhaps a magic ring, maybe something more -- an heirloom of your family. An heirloom that had a Name and a History.

Several years had gone by and you have proved to be exceptional. You've gained in experience, offering your services across the land, fighting well but sometimes running away, too. Often you were a leader or at least someone people turn to for good advice.

The last event happened only one year ago. You had a fever and in your fever dream you saw others like you, not many, not much more than a handful, wandering as you do. You also heard a word, chanted in the dream "Vir, Vir". Whether it is a person or a place or even what you are, you don't know.

When your fever broke, you realized that you were drawn to the southwest of Anuire. You didn't know where you were going, you just felt a pull. No matter how much you tried to fight it, you found yourself along the Southern Coast, in either Ilien or Medoere or maybe Roesone.

On the beach, you look out to sea, towards Albiele Island, convinced that there is where you should be. It's a hive of scum and villainy but the pull definitely is there.

So you beg, borrow or steal your way onto a boat that ends up there. Your prowess in arms or magic keep the pirates and slavers at bay, for the time being, and they let you off the ship in Albiele Town.

Passing through the town, you find yourself on the outskirts, standing in front of a runestone of ancient provenance, looking at the others you saw in your fever dream. What fell purpose brought you here, among folks such as these?