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Born in a small seaside
village on the Minotaur Isles on the planet of Krynn, Golanth was deserted
by his parents to fend for himself. His father Helmdar of Korthos a well
known, respected, and feared Minotaur sailor and pirate was ashamed of his
son who seemed to be a runt in his eyes. Small for a Minotaur and larger
than almost any other race a Half/Elf Mage took pity on him and took him
in and taught him to school in the ways of magic. It would appear to most
that this was done out of the goodness of her heart, but the Mage had a
hidden agenda known to only her and her evil god. What they didn't count
on was that Golanth's ambition would drive his soul to serve a darker
power than even they could have imagined.
 As
time went by Golanth became quite the pupil in the arts of magic but his
strength began to grow he yearned for power and to learn the ways of the
sword as well as the arts of magic. Soon he had become as agile with steel
as he has with magic making him a worthy addition to any party. Then the
hammer fell. Time had come for Golanth to take his test in the Tower of
High Sorcery.
The travels were hard and long but Golanth and a small group of
friends traveled to the tower. Upon entering the tower Golanth was striped
of all but his cloths and told to proceed through a door and his test
began. The test was soon over and Golanth emerged even tough racked with
pain he held a strange arrogance about him. He was taken to the heads of
the conclave of wizards for the final results. As Golanth stood in the
circle of Mages his robes began to shimmer and change. Now stood in the
center of the circle a Minotaur warring robes of the darkest black velvet,
marked with runes that only those of his order could see. This drew gasps
from the conclave since no one had been dubbed that evil since the days
before the cataclysm. What caused this no one knows for sure other than
Golanth himself and the three heads of the conclave, and the Dark Queen
herself.
Golanth from that day forward was never the same, brooding and
secretive he withdrew into his studies. He was preparing for a task that
would leave his mark in the pages of history. Day by day he became more
intense in his training of steel and magic until the night of the eye
arrived. His Teacher and Mother figure had been challenged to a duel by
none other than Lord Dalamar the head of the order of black robes and
believed to be the most powerful dark Mages on the face of Krynn. Just the
battle was to begin Golanth was struck by a fireball in the back which
brought him to his knees and slowly snuffed out his life, but as he lie
there in the mud he heard a voice in his head a seductive voice of the one
woman who knew his hearts true desirers, the dark queen.
"You made deal, now I call on my favor" whispered the voice in his
head.
Golanth soon awoke to find that his so-called friends had done the
one thing to him that he would never forgive them for. They had used the
body of a human knight to reincarnate him. Now not only was he weak my
Minotaur standards he would be a freak in the eyes of the humans as well.
Once again the voice came to him. "Now you will gain all that I
promised as long as you hold up to your end of the bargain."
As the wizards battle raged on above him Golanth slowly rose to his
feel and with a twinkle in his eye drew his dagger from its place on his
side. He then crept up behind his teacher, his mother..the one who used
him, the one who plotted against him and drew the razor sharp edge across
her neck, and as she sank to her knees he whispered in her ear "Her Dark
Majesty will give what you could not, unlimited power"
Golanth rose to his feet and gave a sly smile just a large blue claw
seemed to reach out of the sky, much to the surprise of the others who
were there and carried him away to begin his new life as a Knight in the
service of the Dark Queen.
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