Class: Fighter - Level 12
Andruk's story begins a long time before the world as it currently exists. He was once a brave adventurer. Exploring dungeons and the wilds in search of treasure. He even fought as a mercenary in a couple of wars. But he made the mistake of taking his fight for all that is good to the Temple of Loki. He lashed out at Loki's faithful accusing them of being thieves and murders.
He wasn't entirely wrong with his accusations and he easily disarmed any of them who tried to put up a fight. But he crossed a line that a god would not simply ignore. He began desecrating the temple. Destroying vases, works of art, and even a statue of Loki himself. Andruk could only look on in horror as the statue pulled itself back together and began to move.
The statue gripped Andruk who couldn't break free from the divine force animating the statue and Loki cursed him. Loki said to Andruk "Since you have so little respect for what I value, then I shall curse you. Curse you with the inability to die. You have destroyed treasures I value, so you will have to watch helplessly as you outlast everything in this world that YOU value."
Andruk had been cursed with what was essentially immortality. He laughed at this idea at first but as the years went on, Loki's words began to ring true. He had to watch as his traveling companions died of old age. His wife and eventually his children as well. He fell into a slump of despair for many years, until he finally came up with an answer to his reason for existing.
Andruk had been trying to live as a force for good when Loki cursed him and he vowed not to allow the curse to defeat him. He resumed his travels and though he tried not to make many personal ties, tales of his renewed exploits began to spread through the land. People inspired by his bravery and deeds flocked to his side seeking leadership. Eventually founding a kingdom in northern Aelcrestia... a kingdom that's name has been forgotten as the tragedy of this tale has not yet ended.
Andruk's kingdom was prosperous and known to many as the city of gold as a result of just how many buildings were decorated with it. However whether it be because of his curse or just plain bad luck... Andruk could never have foreseen that the silver elves would open up a portal to the abyss nearby. A horde of demons fell down upon his kingdom, too fast for him to react properly in defense and far too fast for any of the kingdoms in the south to send aid.
Andruk's kingdom fell from memory, with it's capitol simply being remembered as the city of gold. His own great city now inhabited by demons and other manner of foul creatures. Andruk himself however could not die, no matter how many times the demons pierced his body. No matter how many times they burned him. Nothing could kill him.
But being unable to die does not mean that Andruk was invincible, he could feel pain and he could be restrained. The demons at a loss for what to do with him, opted to turn him over to the silver elves. Where the queen took an interest in the existence of a man who could not die. She had him chained and blindfolded to serve as her own personal endless supply of blood for her vampiric hunger.
It has been centuries but Andruk still lay helplessly chained to Magnanima Silverheart's throne. Being fed on by an evil queen that won't even allow him to look at his captors. Andruk is still a prisoner, but should anyone ever manage to free him. The fury that he would likely unleash upon the evil in the north may shine as a light brighter then the sun.
