Quest

A dream he had always wanted shattered this very day, the father who he always wanted to be loved by, disowned him. All he had planned and dreamed about, had disappeared in the space of a few words.

Exile...Disown...Strip of the name Kalamas

These were the words, he last heard when he lost consciousness. The words were as horrifying as they could be, they were turbulent as it continued to echo like faint murmurings that wouldn't stop lingering around him.

This feeling was akin to hearing horror stories, being recounted by his mother.

The word disown was like a life curse it was no better than being abandoned even worse reduce to a serf, where even peasants were better than him.

It meant that he was dishonorably rejected by his father, in the eyes of the villagers he was nothing more than a disgraceful child.