My name is Ourac Halfsoul. I am a warrior who hunts undead for the glory of Kai and Voln. I remember exceedingly little my past, but I know that my future will determine my past deeds.

One of the few things that I do remember is my death. Each time I pass the place in Upper Trollfang where a Bregandian general slew me, I can vividly recall what I thought to be my last day. There is nothing blurred in my memory concerning that moment. The image of experiencing my own death is as clear in my recollection as though it were occurring right now.

Though I have no comprehension of what occurred afterwards, my next memory was waking unclothed in the midst of a rather large city. I was embarrassed and confused, but I had to find out where I was. It turned out that I was in Liabo Plaza in Solhaven, but it was several years since the Bregandian War ended.

Despite the lost time, I wanted to seek out the only other remaining memory of my past life: my family. A stranger helped me to return to Wehnimer’s Landing, but the joyous homecoming I envisioned was not to be. My former wife, Syleanne, considered me an abomination, turning me away.

I did get to ask her a few questions so that I could remember my former existence, but she was very vague and dismissing. I could learn very little, so it seemed I would not be able to pick up the strands of my old life just yet. After outfitting myself, I thought it best to make my living as an adventurer, as I had no ties to anyone or anything.

Fortunately, that was not to remain so for long. Within a few months I met Lady Matti who told me of House Onoir and invited me to a meeting. Raliver served as a mentor to me and inspired me to become better.