Editing Campaign:IMPROMPTU GAME/Kuwol Ul Waren (section)

=== Background ===
Kuwol was born in a small village in The Lap, and lived your average peasant life there: farming, farming, counting sheep and farming. He'd always enjoyed the seasonal hoedown held in town square, where people danced, made merry, and groped one another behind barns. As he got older, he realized that the life of a farmer isn't much fun, nor is it good for the health. Eventually, when he turned 18, he ran away from home, heading northeast towards Chiaroscuro, the city of glass and dreams~ <br/>
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Kuwol eventually arrived 3 years later, making his way slowly across the upper South, taking in the sights and sounds of the world. He immediately realized he would need money if he wanted to survive in the town, so immediately set about looking for a bar to work at as a lowly tableboy, with dreams of the stars, becoming the top tableboy in all Chiaroscuro. He quickly realized that being a tableboy in a bar is quite literally the worst job you can have in a bar, short of town whore, passed out on a table.<br/>
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Eventually, he landed a job dancing at the fancy bar "Wan Lung Ho", in one of the nicer districts of Chiaroscuro. By then he was 25, and quite popular with the patrons of the bar, for his skill and charisma; he could simultaneously sing a jaunty song while performing the dance associated with it without missing a beat. One day, following a rash of strange bombings in town, a man came into the bar, quite angry. "I AM ANGRY. ANGRY ABOUT DANCING AND BEER." He held aloft a rather large keg of firedust, leaking slightly from one side. The room froze, except for Kuwol. He was right in the middle of a heart-wrenching rendition of "The Forlorn Love of The Bride", and damned if he would not stop for anything, or anyone. It's quite possible he didn't even notice the man threatening his, and the patron's, lives. By the end, the man was sobbing and stuffing firedust into his mouth, as was the rest of the bar. As he stopped, the room was bathed in a golden glow, coming from his forehead; Kuwol Exalted.<br/>
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Having heard tell of the Anathema, he collected his last paycheck at the bar, and promptly left town, off to find somewhere to live until the whole thing blows over. He moved out back West, towards the Lap, and his village. Finally arriving, he found the place a ghost-town; most of the buildings had not been lived in for several years. He found his old farmhouse, far more run down than usual, and stayed inside for a few days. He headed out further west, to another township that his traded grain and other goods to occasionally. It too had been deserted. He eventually found a man walking the opposite way on the road, who he stopped to ask what had happened. He found out that the Realm had discovered some form of dissent or another in the populace of his home village, and had scourged it clean, leaving the buildings as a warning to others. The other township had been decimated because of it's trade with the other village, for good measure. After the man left, Kuwol flew into a rage; anger at the fact that he could not save his family, could not save his friends, couldn't even save the town next door! He swore, then and there, to kill the leader of the Realm, who was likely responsible for their deaths: He would kill the Regent. <br/>
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For the next few years, Kuwol traveled far and wide, learning more about the world, and more about his powers. He eventually came to terms with his hatred of the Realm, knowing that it was self-destructive and unproductive, but would never relent from his goal to kill the Regent for his sins. He worked as a dancer in places, as a bodyguard in others, where he learned the skills of the blade. He even once worked as a public speaker for the poor of Nexus, telling them what they could do to improve their lives (they didn't listen much, just paw at his clothes and ask for money). He even got a Jade Reaper Daiklave as a gift from a Guild factor, for bringing joy into his heart with but a simple song and dance. He eventually ended up back in the South, dancing back in the same bar he used to, but none recognized him; He was 29 now, and hardly looked the same, after all. He eventually decided that the South held nothing for him anymore, and began the search for a boat headed East over the Inland Sea.