Vetallas Venlallethson
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| - | My parents had fled the under-dark after our house was attacked by several members of the Ghaunadauri. I wasn't eithen born yet and there was war in my homeland. i of course didn't learn that knowledge until about 40 seasons after my birth. They (my parents) had escaped Loch Nether, but at no little cost. my father, knew that drow were looked down upon on the surface. dana, and humans viewed us as monsters or demons. Evil creatures because we were from a different place, or culture. so they had hid, out in a forest near the town of Camelot. they were secluded and "safe" for the time being. my father was the head guard of the town, he fought heroically to protect his home land agenst evil things of all sorts. and he was run out of his home. like a dog. eventually a knight in training stumbled upon my fathers cabin. my mother was out by the river gathering water, a 30 minute or so walk. he saw my father chopping wood out side, the knight drew his bow and shot a arrow at him, hitting my father in the back. maybe this is why i have no respect for the knights. not that he had killed my father, but he had not done it fairly. my father was no weak drow, the arrow had barely hurt him. the knight instantly ran up and thrust his blade through my fathers heart. instantly killing him, at least he had that much dignity. the young knight, cut my fathers head off, bringing it back to show all of his companions in the city. it was about a 3 hour ride to Camelot. my mother had returned, seeing the headless corpse of her husband. she immediately fled for her life, and mine. | + | My mother was a mother, a drow mother and the head of House Vn'Lalleth. I know little of real facts about, rarely taking the time to speak to the people of Yathryn when my travels take me there. My father was the Head of the Guard Household, and spent many a year training my elder brothers and cousins and defending Yathryn from the monsters that lurked in the tunnels, and the so-called 'heroes' that sometimes venture into our homeland. He was loyal, to his house and to Ygelleth and that was his undoing. In the quick and swift rebellion that saw Ygelleth thrown down and Ghaundaur raised in her place House Vn'Lalleth was destroyed and what was left of my family ran out of town. Of course I didn't learn this knowledge until more than forty seasons after my birth and many more since the actual events. My father took the lead in the journey of their exile towards the 'surface'. A perilous journey but one he felt was safer than remaining in the Dark Lands below. The Dana and the others looked down on our kin viewing us as monsters or demons. Evil we were named because we came from further down in the dark than the dwarves. East he travelled, leading the dwindling group and over the sea, far to the east they'd hard dwelt the Dark Lord who might aid them. However some tired and finding the dark woods of Avalon a group of them settled there. My mother ruling over the new 'House', a cabin built by the hands of my own father. And the group dwindled further still. I don't know whether she really loved him or whether he was just the best of what was left, but it was then she took him as her mate. |
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| + | Eventually a knight in training stumbled upon my fathers cabin. my mother was out by the river gathering water, a 30 minute or so walk. he saw my father chopping wood out side, the knight drew his bow and shot a arrow at him, hitting my father in the back. maybe this is why i have no respect for the knights. not that he had killed my father, but he had not done it fairly. my father was no weak drow, the arrow had barely hurt him. the knight instantly ran up and thrust his blade through my fathers heart. instantly killing him, at least he had that much dignity. the young knight, cut my fathers head off, bringing it back to show all of his companions in the city. it was about a 3 hour ride to Camelot. my mother had returned, seeing the headless corpse of her husband. she immediately fled for her life, and mine. | ||
| she headed west. took a boat across the sea. i grew in her stomach day by day, she eventually wandered into a town called Lost Haven. they accepted her there, for being a drow and whatnot. she was able to get a job with Miss Amelia teaching children different languages and how to read and write. then i was born. as i grew she told me story's of how my father was a fearless killer. slaying priests and gods. i swear from the rumors Ive heard of him, i would believe it. so there a grew, learning how to fight with the guards there. mostly i got beat to a pulp. but it was all good fun. when i turned 50, my mother was considerably old, a drow of 1200 years. she was on her death bed, and she told me of their past, and who my father really was and why they were so far from the homeland. i felt true hate for the first time. i wanted revenge and i wanted the Ghaunadauri and Knights of the Round Table to pay. | she headed west. took a boat across the sea. i grew in her stomach day by day, she eventually wandered into a town called Lost Haven. they accepted her there, for being a drow and whatnot. she was able to get a job with Miss Amelia teaching children different languages and how to read and write. then i was born. as i grew she told me story's of how my father was a fearless killer. slaying priests and gods. i swear from the rumors Ive heard of him, i would believe it. so there a grew, learning how to fight with the guards there. mostly i got beat to a pulp. but it was all good fun. when i turned 50, my mother was considerably old, a drow of 1200 years. she was on her death bed, and she told me of their past, and who my father really was and why they were so far from the homeland. i felt true hate for the first time. i wanted revenge and i wanted the Ghaunadauri and Knights of the Round Table to pay. | ||
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My mother was a mother, a drow mother and the head of House Vn'Lalleth. I know little of real facts about, rarely taking the time to speak to the people of Yathryn when my travels take me there. My father was the Head of the Guard Household, and spent many a year training my elder brothers and cousins and defending Yathryn from the monsters that lurked in the tunnels, and the so-called 'heroes' that sometimes venture into our homeland. He was loyal, to his house and to Ygelleth and that was his undoing. In the quick and swift rebellion that saw Ygelleth thrown down and Ghaundaur raised in her place House Vn'Lalleth was destroyed and what was left of my family ran out of town. Of course I didn't learn this knowledge until more than forty seasons after my birth and many more since the actual events. My father took the lead in the journey of their exile towards the 'surface'. A perilous journey but one he felt was safer than remaining in the Dark Lands below. The Dana and the others looked down on our kin viewing us as monsters or demons. Evil we were named because we came from further down in the dark than the dwarves. East he travelled, leading the dwindling group and over the sea, far to the east they'd hard dwelt the Dark Lord who might aid them. However some tired and finding the dark woods of Avalon a group of them settled there. My mother ruling over the new 'House', a cabin built by the hands of my own father. And the group dwindled further still. I don't know whether she really loved him or whether he was just the best of what was left, but it was then she took him as her mate.
Eventually a knight in training stumbled upon my fathers cabin. my mother was out by the river gathering water, a 30 minute or so walk. he saw my father chopping wood out side, the knight drew his bow and shot a arrow at him, hitting my father in the back. maybe this is why i have no respect for the knights. not that he had killed my father, but he had not done it fairly. my father was no weak drow, the arrow had barely hurt him. the knight instantly ran up and thrust his blade through my fathers heart. instantly killing him, at least he had that much dignity. the young knight, cut my fathers head off, bringing it back to show all of his companions in the city. it was about a 3 hour ride to Camelot. my mother had returned, seeing the headless corpse of her husband. she immediately fled for her life, and mine.
she headed west. took a boat across the sea. i grew in her stomach day by day, she eventually wandered into a town called Lost Haven. they accepted her there, for being a drow and whatnot. she was able to get a job with Miss Amelia teaching children different languages and how to read and write. then i was born. as i grew she told me story's of how my father was a fearless killer. slaying priests and gods. i swear from the rumors Ive heard of him, i would believe it. so there a grew, learning how to fight with the guards there. mostly i got beat to a pulp. but it was all good fun. when i turned 50, my mother was considerably old, a drow of 1200 years. she was on her death bed, and she told me of their past, and who my father really was and why they were so far from the homeland. i felt true hate for the first time. i wanted revenge and i wanted the Ghaunadauri and Knights of the Round Table to pay.
i decided to stay in losthaven till i was 80. i had one friend, who traveled into town every other season, his name was Faerithan. i didn't know where he had learned to fight, but one day the town was attacked by orcs. we were going to be over run. and he ran in from the west, laying them down with such increadable speed. he had saved the town, and was a hero of the lands. here he was talking to a young drow, who could barely throw a punch. heh. he taught me the ways of a true fighter. then after i had felt like i was ready, i had set out, on a quest...for power and revenge.
so i wandered. crossed many seas. and killed many foes. i stumbled upon a ruined temple, i took refuge there. there was a altar made of bones and human remains. but being as i am, i welcomed that sight...
