Bray shall not host

Born amidst the strife of the Goblin Blood, I was sold

to a wizard as an infant. The wizard worshipped a devil

and purchased me in order to use me as a vessel for

summoning a demon. She called me Host when she

called me anything, and used me as one might use an

apprentice until I hit puberty.

On the night I was to be sacrificed, I recognized which

component was missing as she prepared the ritual. I

made a few leaps of logic, and escaped shortly before

she began.

Destitute and ill-equipped for street life, I bounced

from begging to stealing to menial labor. I was never

very good at any of it. Early on in my career as a

beggar, starving and cold, a noble promised he'd give

me a whole gold piece if I could bray like a donkey.

I brayed. He laughed and told me I wasn't good enough,

and that he's have his men kick me if I couldn't bray.

I brayed and brayed until they finally lost interest. Then

I lay in the street braying. The other street kids called

me Bray from that moment on. It was better than Host.

After 4 years on the streets, I finally figured out a

system whereby I could get showers and make myself

somewhat presentable. I got work with a caravan

in charge of the donkey's they used to pull the wagons. Naturally, we were attacked by bandits. I was the only one who survived. I wandered into the woods. A terrible idea, but luckily I happened upon a kindly druid. She gave me a home and help me understand how to use what I had learned as a child. She provided me with the means of crafting my first spellbook, and though I took the mantle of Wizard instead of Druid, because of her influence, I chose the elemental school of Wood to focus on.