Ebon Skull Archives: The History of Josephus Curwen

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This is reposted from OES documentation for the pleasure of the Atlantic Community. Story by Josephus Curwen of OES.

So, herein is the history of my life... I was born 45 years ago, according to the Earth calendar, in the city know as Minoc, my mother Sarah Curwen died this same day. She was a tailor I think. I was raised by my father, Gerffalon Curwen, who was a blacksmith in Minoc. We never had much riches. My father was a true believer of the virtues and always told me to have humility. I never accepted the virtue system, my father followed it all his life and never became truly happy nor powerful, why believe in this system then? Of course, the problem was not only the system, but my father's lack of ambition. But that's not important.

When I was 15 my father decided to make me my first real weapon - a bastard sword with silver blade, a masterpiece indeed but I never had the chance to use it. We were outside the city, I was going to use it for the first time if wasn't for that drunken barbarian who decided to cut off my father's head to steal my sword, and so he did. Of course I couldn't do anything, for now, I just ran away to the city to ask for help, a knight named Cameron, dressed all in metal plate answered my call. The murderer was long gone now so the knight told me to await until the next day.

We tracked the murderer to the far south. In the city of Jhelom we found him, he didn't recognized me and knew nothing about a silver sword. Cameron avenged my father when the murderer was walking in the woods, we left the body there headless.

After completing his quest Cameron asked me to go with him, I accepted, it surely would be better than spent my whole life as a blacksmith. During 10 years we traveled together, visiting dungeons, killing beasts and helping the good people of the land. Cameron was not a follower of the virtues but he had a good heart, always helping whoever asked him. He was also an excellent swordsman, I learned all that I could about fighting during these years.

One day, we were traveling in the forest of Yew when a pack of trolls came running through the woods and attacked, we managed to kill at least six of them. But Cameron was not strong enough, five trolls dismembered him, I charged against the trolls and suddenly all was black. I awakened later, Cameron's body still scattered on the ground, there was no sign of trolls, just a strange odor of sulphur in the air. There was a healer standing near to me, his name was Jedediah Orne, he took me to the city of Magincia to his shop, I had nowhere else to go anyway. I came to know later that Jedediah was not really a healer, he was a scholar and a practitioner of sorcery. He was most of the time in the library at the Magincia's Magicka shop. During 16 years I studied all I could in that library.

Jedediah was trying to uncover a long forgotten art called necromancy, I learned all that the scholar had discovered so forth. One day Jedediah mysteriously disappeared, only I know what happened, he tried to get information by force from a daemon lord. After that the other healers began to say that I was dead and Jedediah was using my body to stay alive for more time, in part it's true. I was not the same since the last five years.

I continued from where Jedediah stopped, always seeking more power but without boring daemon lords. After 4 years I heard of a new order of necromancers called The Order of The Ebon Skull, after studying their philosophy I decided to join . . .