Allister Shadowmane was born fifth of five to House Shadowmane. The Shadowmane’s were of high stature in the city state of Urn Travar of Lanthor. Young Allister grew up amongst the wealth and prestige befitting a noble. With his frail body being a point of ridicule with his siblings, grew up embittered turning to studies,higher learning and magic. All things that his vast intellect drank up with ease. With the wealth of his house behind him. The old ways ,the ways of magic were easy access filling he need for self worth and power. As Allister approached manhood all things seemed perfect till the illfated day his uncle Tyrus made a play for the house.In a bloody coup young Allister saw his family murdered, with he himself almost falling prey to the biting blade. Though divine luck he managed to escape his family hold. Fleeing into the night and unknown ,with only the clothes on his back and loyal familiar. As the darkness of night swallowed him Allister swore he’d see his uncle rot for what he’d done.