The Quest For Excalibur

Iman- The Corrupted Cleric

There once was a man named Iman; Iman lived in a village named Elaria. This specific village was a very religious one, built around the ancient altar of Eleos (The god of mercy). Worshipers of this god (Especially those who lived in Elaria) believed in total and complete non-violence; pacifism with ABSOLUTELY NO exception.

Elaria had no border guards; all were welcome within this nation so long as they followed the teachings of Eleos (which were the laws of this village). This village did have jails and guards on patrol, however they were trained to deal with every possible scenario in a non-violent way. The Judicial system was quite slow considering most of those who committed crimes were expected to turn themselves in for a prison sentence or rehabilitation. Ironically this village (The one with the least amount of protection) had never been attacked ever since it's founders created it.

It was well known throughout all of Titerra that all of the citizens of Elaria have long since sworn off any excess riches so that all could live a more modest lifestyle, one that Eleos would approve of. Because of this, no nations (or people for that matter) have ever had any reason to attack Elaria. The evil, or more imperialist nations have nothing to gain from it (especially since Elaria isn't exactly a threat when they refuse to have an army of any sort) and the good (or even neutral) nations couldn't bring themselves or their soldiers to attack (either out of principle or the threat of revolution if they dared to).

The poor were given enough by the council (and the very generous citizens of this town) to live modest lives so thievery was an extremely rare occurrence. As a child, Iman had always questioned the strict laws and morals of his village. In class teachers often made it a point to explain why they thought that even adventurers were wrong for carrying lethal weapons on them, or slaying one of the many monsters that lived in various caves or dungeons throughout the world. But Iman would always disagree with his teachers, sometimes going as far as to tell them about why he thought it was the right thing to do. This behavior got him many punishments through his school years, so eventually he just stopped questioning it... at least not openly.

Iman always admired the brave adventurers that his society always scoffed at, and the tales of those same adventurers who often fought to save the world. He loved them, even though openly discussing it would likely get him imprisoned since tales of such violent nature as the ones that he read all of the time were banned; with the only exception being for educational or council purposes. Although it wasn't exactly difficult to find outsiders who wanted to make a quick buck smuggling in and selling such literature anyways; Iman did this all the time.

At first it was scary buying popular tales of great adventurers from strangers in back alleys, but soon he became accustomed to it. These books could not satiate his hunger for knowledge for long though. He wanted to know more about how to become like them, a strong independent hero that could woo the ladies and take on the mightiest of adventures. Carrying a weapon on him was obviously out of the question since he'd be arrested on the spot if anyone ever saw it, and nobody around these parts would dare to teach martial arts, and even if they did he'd probably be really bad at it, so he did the only thing he COULD do in this situation to become stronger. He bought some books containing forbidden magic.

He only studied one first level attack spell (in part because it was one of the only ones he understood and in part because it was all he needed to protect himself and others if the situation came to it). The spell was called Inflict Wounds, and it was a commonly used (very basic) necromancy spell that did massive amounts of damage (for it's level anyways) to any creature he touched with his hand when the spell was cast. Very useful for slaying high health monsters. He soon mastered the casting it, and could use it (along with many other basic spells) with ease. Yet he had still told not a soul about his newfound ability. After years of practice, a time came one fateful night where Iman would have to put this spell to use. It was a cold night in February, Iman was 22 when it happened.