Xerx’ses was born in a rural plains community spotted with some forests. His father came from desert lands when his grandfather retired from being a paladin for a far off sultan. His mother was the tribe’s hide merchant and known to wander far for trades. He’s known mostly druids, rangers, fighters, and barbarians growing up and worshipping the tibral totem of the Spirit of the Bull. The wandering human tribe’s religous cares were watched over by the druids. When he became 10 a new druid took over when the previous one fell ill unexpectedly, and died of his illness. The new druid, Vaelor, took over when the herd seemed to be dying off. Without her husband the old druid’s wife volunteered to be a sacrifice to appease the great Bull spirit. It was a solemn event but when the bull’s began to get better many wondered if the old druid had been careless and caused the illness inadvertently. The new druid said on the anniversary there would be another sacrifice to appease the Great Bull. This went on for five very prosperous years for the tribe!
The volunteer, because it had to match the original sacrifice was treat as a chieftain and given anything they wished for since it was their last year alive. Food, partners, anything they wanted. When Xerx’ses had become 15 and a decent warrior he among twenty options consider available to accept for the volunteer sacrifice. Xerx’ses father had always gone on about doing the greatess good for the community was the highest calling, however, he never approved of the sacrifices. In quiet he said his grandfather would have been shocked. Xerx’ses mother was not due back till next year and even she had her reservations about the symptons of the old druid’s illness. She said she had seen things in her travels that made her question the new druid’s radical motives. Even with all that shared Xerx’ses volunteered with the best of intentions and was welcomed among the upper echelons of the tribe.
During this year he saw a secret rite and realized that the new head druid was actually a follower of Baphomet the Demon Bull! His mother had shared religous scrolls and books when she came back to give him some knowledge of the world. The last three months he was careful about what he excepted as gifts worried that if the old druid had been poisoned or mind controled he might be next. So he followed every piece of advice and appeared compliant to every request made. He even made up a fight with his father to make it appear as though he would have no support. When he was brought forth on the day of the offering he took the knife and proclaimed he would cut out his own heart! Some of the crowd cheered his bravery while his father looked away. Then he slammed the dagger into the druid’s chest and cried out that this druid worshipped the Demon Bull – Baphomet!
The ritual had been ruined and with his dying breath the druid spoke and abyssal curse upon the tribe to remind them of their compliance as the children of Baphomet! Within minutes everyone in the ritual area became minotaurs! Through the old druid turned fiendish warlock Baphomet turned the tables on the tribe! Now over 300 new minotaurs were on the plains. Many among the tribe whom had taken eager participation had reveled in the power of their new forms and become truly evil. The rest that still wished to live with nature and the land were cowered by them.
Xerx’ses prayed and wandered for 5 years to find forgiveness knowing he had participated in the sacrifices along with the rest of the tribe. Lathander, God of Morning, allows him the chance to become a paladin and he goes back to the tribe with his trainer. They manage to break it in two taking 100 people with him. They are in hiding now while he tries to find a home for “monsters” that seek redemption. He also seeks renown through adventuring to show people a “person” can make a mistake and gain redemption!