| Azrayal |
| Rogue of the Tier'dal dedicated to Bristlebane, God of Mischief |
| "So what's your story, Az?" the hobbit queried somewhat cautiously. "We've been together for a while and we still don't know much about ya...well, except I'm glad to be fightin' on your side." This last comment he said with a nervous laugh as he eyed her grinder. Azrayal peered at the small man out the side of her eyes. Despite his small stature he had been a formible ally; one she knew she could count on to keep the enemy occupied while she snuck around for a good blow to the back. She purred softly as a sly grin crossed her lips, "so ya want to know my dark past, eh?" The party looked at each other suddenly not sure if they wanted to know, but it was too late, Azrayal had caught the wiff of fear and was having fun. She slowly curled her whip and placed it back on her hip... "I was found wandering in East Commonlands when I was just a young lass. A band of humans happened to find me, or so they told me, and took me with them. They supposed that my parents had been killed by orcs while traveling, but I still have my doubts. They fed me and kept me clothed in their children's castoffs, however they were quick to point out my dark skin and white hair and even encouraged their children's teasings by laughing at their ridiculous rhymes." Sneering at the thought, she spat on the ground. "Some might call it kindness and generosity in taking in an "uncivilized" dark elf, but their sincerity was as deep as a puddle of mud. I was treated as a servant to clean up after them and their spoiled spawn. I still carry the scars on my back from the "education" I received from them. "The year I turned seven I could take it no longer. I was carrying dishes from the evening meal to the stream to wash and one of the urchins tripped me causing the dishes to fly from my hands and shatter on some nearby rocks. I saw the man grab the whip as he came towards me. Quickly I grabbed one of the knives I had been carrying and tucked it into the folds of my clothes, as he reached for me I ducked around him. Stumbling, his rage grew and he flung the whip towards me. Again, I dodged his blow and picked up a branch from the ground. 'You ungrateful little wench,' he snarled, 'I'll teach ya.' The whip flew out again but this time I held the branch out as I dodged and it quickly became entangled. Surprised, the man loosened his grip just enough for me to make my move. Summoning every bit of strength I had, I pulled the whip from his hand and quickly threw it to the side. He recovered quickly and I could see he was seething with anger and I knew that I had to finish the deed if I wished to live. As he turned to pick up the whip I leaped upon his back retrieving the knife I had carefully hid. With a mighty thrust I plunged it into his back." She paused for a moment to look at her companions, a smile dancing across her lips and a sinister gleam in her eyes. "I can still hear the gurgling he mad as I felt his life force drain from him. Before the others could react I slide off his collapsed body and ran into the darkened woods. Swearing as I ran, no longer would I allow any man to oppress me. As I merged into the shadows I knew their were others like me and that I would find them." With this she examined her grinder carefully, seeing the moonlight glimmer off the blade she slide it back into it's sheath and set it next to her. She glanced around the campfire observing the wide eyes of her companions and snickered. Pulling out her sleeping bundle, she winked at them with a mischievous look in her eyes and grinned, "sweet dreams boys." |
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