Post by Rule Hound on May 5, 2016 14:23:30 GMT
Stephen was the third son born to a rich merchant in the Kingdom of Hungary. The first son was groomed to one day take over the family business, the second was sent to serve in the crusades to ensure the families good name, and Stephen was allowed to do whatever he pleased as long as it did not bring any notice to himself. For a time, he attended the great learning establishment of Greece where he learned a love for architectural design and found aptitude in foreign languages.
He came to fancy himself a Godly man and entered the holy city of Rome to study under the bishops and cardinals. Here, while translating some very old documents, he read something about a fabled second city where miracles were performed on a regular basis by what must have been angels or demons.
Now, curiosity is a funny thing, the more Stephen knew that what he was reading should just be hidden away the more he had to find. This started an unhealthy obsession; when he finished searching the libraries of Rome Stephen used his wealth and family's influence to travel to any library or collection that were rumored to hold texts that might shed more light on these old secrets. Unfortunately for Stephen old secrets don't like the light being shed on them.
On a truly lucky chance, Stephen thought, while traveling the Mountainous regions of his homeland he heard of a monastery that had been converted from an ancient temple that was built to worship a blood god. Stephen found this monastery and in a damp moldy cave-like room he recovered a scroll with the same type of writing he had come to crave. Not being able to control himself he settled in right there and started the task of translating it. Late into the night he worked, he was just piecing together a story about a dark father and mother when Stephen felt a sharp pinch just below his ear followed by a warm rush. The last thought Stephen ever had was, "why does it smell like cheese all of a sudden?" Stephen has been presumed dead for the last twenty-four winters.
He came to fancy himself a Godly man and entered the holy city of Rome to study under the bishops and cardinals. Here, while translating some very old documents, he read something about a fabled second city where miracles were performed on a regular basis by what must have been angels or demons.
Now, curiosity is a funny thing, the more Stephen knew that what he was reading should just be hidden away the more he had to find. This started an unhealthy obsession; when he finished searching the libraries of Rome Stephen used his wealth and family's influence to travel to any library or collection that were rumored to hold texts that might shed more light on these old secrets. Unfortunately for Stephen old secrets don't like the light being shed on them.
On a truly lucky chance, Stephen thought, while traveling the Mountainous regions of his homeland he heard of a monastery that had been converted from an ancient temple that was built to worship a blood god. Stephen found this monastery and in a damp moldy cave-like room he recovered a scroll with the same type of writing he had come to crave. Not being able to control himself he settled in right there and started the task of translating it. Late into the night he worked, he was just piecing together a story about a dark father and mother when Stephen felt a sharp pinch just below his ear followed by a warm rush. The last thought Stephen ever had was, "why does it smell like cheese all of a sudden?" Stephen has been presumed dead for the last twenty-four winters.