Dark Ages

A raw wind blew with a cold breath against the backs of a small group of people in tattered clothes, their hands and feet bound by chains. Directly behind them, at the edge of a high mountain ledge where the prisoners stood, a dark abyss plunged into the darkness. On their faces seemed to be frozen an eternal mask of doom, and, stunned by horror and cold, they didn't even think to turn around to look into the eyes of death waiting for them at the bottom of the chasm.
Around the snow-covered elevation, serving as a kind of scaffold for the accused, many guards gathered, led by a chosen representative of the council governing the polis, and a little further away, uncertainly pacing back and forth, ordinary townspeople timidly peeked out. Finally, slowly walking towards the center of this imaginary arena and confidently looking around, the chairman ordered that the indictment be presented to him.
Krayos, dressed in simple armor and armed with a long spear, carefully looked at the faces of the convicted, trying to find at least some emotion in them. He was clearly uncomfortable with the entire trial process.
-And yet it is wrong," he whispered almost inaudibly to the guard standing next to him. "The sins of these people are undoubtedly terrible, but they do not deserve death."
-Maybe you're right, but the world is harsh," the guard shrugged. "These outcasts desecrated the altar of Fartlos and Phidi, and spied on behalf of our enemies from the neighboring polis. The people sentenced them to execution."
-I understand, but..." Krayos wanted to reply, but couldn't think of anything to say and fell silent, leaving his sentence unfinished.
-...sentenced to death by being thrown into the abyss of despair," finished reading the verdict the representative, neatly folded the court document, and made a slight gesture with his hand to those who would carry out justice.
At that moment, one of the defendants - a young girl with snow-white hair - unexpectedly broke free from the chains on her legs and rushed away. However, the dense ring of guards surrounding the prisoners left no chance for this pitiful attempt to escape. Changing several trajectories and finally exhausted, the girl stumbled on a mountain step and stretched out on the ground in front of Krayos. Those arriving quickly tried to lift her up and take her back to the other defendants. With her last strength, she lunged forward and tightly grabbed the legs of the stunned Krayos. For a moment their eyes met, and the mountaineer read unhidden notes of desperation on her beautiful pale face.
Finally, the commotion ended, the girl was dragged to the accused, but the spearman still could not take his eyes off her. It wasn't love, not at all, rather incredible compassion – an amazing human trait, the meaning of which he had not fully understood until now.
-Ah, you're new! - as if out of thin air, the chairman appeared next to Krayos and slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Son of my best warrior in the guard! Is this your first execution? Ha-ha, I knew it. You feel sorry for them, don't you?" - he looked at him pleadingly, piercing him with a chilling gaze from black coal pupils. "But look at it from the point of view of our faith. Wouldn't it be right to return death its due for these murderers and blasphemers? Here she is," he pointed to the white-haired girl, "the day before yesterday, with surprising cruelty, gutted two guards of the altar of Fartlos and Phidi. Appearance can sometimes be deceiving, you know! Well, by the way, I have an idea." The chairman suddenly smirked and gestured for the lost Krayos to follow him.
Soon they were already level with the group of prisoners lined up along the edge of the gorge. Calling one of those carrying out justice over, the leader of the event indicated to the young spearman the place opposite the girl.
"You just need to learn how to enjoy life, as well as death," said the chairman encouragingly. "Now, according to my count, let us carry out the sentence!" he announced loudly. "One!"
Krayos timidly raised his eyes in front of him. The girl stared directly at him. Her gaunt, frozen face was etched with deep wrinkles, as if from pain, rather spiritual than physical, mixed with a plea for salvation.
-Two!
Krayos fearfully lowered his gaze. He remembered childhood stories told in his settlement. A great warrior and brave hero saves a beautiful princess from the clutches of bloodthirsty monsters, right? But reality differed significantly from these wonderful fairy tales. He always imagined himself as a hero, like many other boys, but somehow never put himself in the monster's shoes. Monsters... It seemed that these creatures lived in the Forge of Life - a dangerous place that even well-armed detachments tried to avoid. For some reason, like a forgotten outcast, he suddenly wanted to throw everything away and go there, leaving behind all the difficulties and troubles of human relationships. And why can't everyone just live in peace?
-Three!
Suddenly shuddering and shedding the mask of numbness, Krayos made a movement, neither hand nor foot forward, afraid to raise his head even for a second. Time seemed to slow down its endless run, and this brief moment turned into an unbearable torment lasting forever.
An unexpected touch forced the young spearman to look sharply ahead. His uncertain attempt was certainly doomed to fail. The girl, slightly extending her bound hands in front of her, gently grasped his trembling wrist.
"You are not an executioner," she said with a slight smile on her beautiful face for a moment, after which, gracefully pushing off from the rocky platform, she herself stepped into the abyss.

The next day, Krayos left his native village forever. For many years he wandered along the borders of the Forge of Life, losing the remnants of his inner humanity in every sense of the word. His voluntary exile allowed him to better immerse himself in the origins of the faith of Fartlos and Phidi, as well as acquire several rare items. And only God knows what circumstances forced the former mountaineer to return to civilized life.


Race:
Mountain Magi

Characteristics:
Health - 100 [+combat training]
Willpower - 50 [+combat training]
Life - 150 [+combat training, hoplite, Fartlos and Phidi]
Speed - 150 [+combat training, hoplite, Fartlos and Phidi]
Concentration - 50 [+combat training]

Skills:








Spells:
Good spells.
Blinding Light: heals in an area, reduces OD
Sacrifice: deals damage to an allied target, heals himself
Evil spells.
Seed of Emptiness: deals damage ignoring armor and shields, gives OP
Flash Speed: teleports, then deals damage around itself

Inventory:
-Servant's Spear
-Improved Armor [map]
-Ring of Balance [map]
-Bag with provisions, potions (if possible), savings.


I am not sure if I calculated everything correctly according to the mechanics; I didn't have time to read it all properly, so if something is wrong, I will fix it on the weekend.