Kebirkha, the second eldest son of Tazadah, of the lineage of Ajdaia, and Jolbu, of the lineage Ajjujh, of the tribe Sidisumah, spent much of his childhood in the highlands of Messet with his family, who were goat herders. He and his elder brother, Jirrem, would spend days at a time with their father looking after the flocks of goats, while his mother stayed in the simple village, looking after the daughters and the younger sons.
Before he reached puberty, the Hashshashin came to the village. The prepubescent children were lined up before the High Masters while their families looked on, knowing full well what was about to happen. Before sundown, the High Masters had told the families that their child was going away, as chosen by God himself. Kebirkha's mother and father didn't cry, but his younger siblings did.
They set off from the village in a covered cart. Only the High Masters knew the whereabouts of their own Convent, scattered throughout the hills and mountains. The Grand High Master of a Convent knew their whereabouts of closer ones. The Pontiff, whose identity was known only to the Grand High Masters, was the only one who knew where all the Convents were.
It was sunrise when they came to the Convent. They were shown around. The next day, the lessons began.
Kebirkha had never been to school in his life. All he knew, he learnt from his father, or mother, or somebody else in the village. For the first year they started with the basics, reading, writing, maths, basic unarmed combat. It got harder and harder as the years wore on. He was not allowed outside the Convent walls. If he did, he would not allowed to go back inside.
He was 10 when he entered the Convent. At 17, he was out again. A lean, intelligent killing construction. He knew hundreds of ways to kill. He knew the importance of spreading God's word. He knew how to survive.
For the first time in seven years, he was allowed to his family again. He was disheartened to learn his father had died protecting his family and herd in a bandit attack. His siblings had all left the village, bar the third youngest son, who now watched the herd, and his youngest brother and sister. Also, there was a new child, born after his father had died. His elder brother and the eldest daughter had gone to be in the army. His second eldest sister had gone away to the lowlands, to find work in the cities.
So he set off. A man of God has no need of comfort, from family, friends, or any other. He found his sisters. The younger was indeed working in the city, as an artist. The elder was a junior tactician in the Messet army. Upon asking where his older brother was, she replied he had been shipped to the New World. Kebirkha nodded, a little upset, as he and his brother were best friends, all those years ago.
Over the next three or so years, he did God's work. This usually meant preaching to the unwashed masses. Occasionally, he would be asked to eliminate a threat to the church. Cults to the Archdemon or Archdevil (Both very different evil beings, and a threat to the Church in their own ways). Debauched pagan gatherings. Heretics from Jankol preaching to the masses with their tongues of mercury. All of them cut down in the name of God.
It was that point between summer and autumn, where the weather was interchangeable. Farmers didn't know to go with their cloaks for rain, or water to stave off the heat. A message came down from a far-away Convent in the mountains. He was to cross the ocean with a boat of merchants. He would say he was going to spread the Way to the heathens, which was not necessarily a lie. He would be given further instructions upon arriving in Zajkor.
So that's now where he is, the prospering city of Zajkor. He did find out his brother had been through here, but was now stationed protecting a small village to the south-west.
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That what you wanted Dance? And I suppose I found him an eventual travelling companion.