Vetallas Venlallethson
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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 our House, 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. | + | My father was a head guardsman for the underdark, and mother was the head of House Vn'Lalleth. I know little of real facts about our House, 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. | + | My father knew nothing of the surface, but he did not want to scare the group by letting them know such things. Therefore, he did not realize the new 'House' was located just a short distance from a Knight encampment. Now, at the time, most of the Knights were in training. They were led by a head Knight, as all parties are. His name is Prince Gavadel. Not only did he serve Camelot, but he was also a TrueBorn Amberite. A man of great power and wisdom. He let his young squires and yeoman go on a hunting expedition without him, for he felt his Knights would be able to handle such a simple task. They managed to stumble upon the new House, naturally, it was daylight. A few of the knights wanted to tell Gavadel, but others believed it was time for them to become heroes, and that slaying the drow, would surly get them full Knighthood. They attacked the house. My family, was killed in their sleep. One of the knights, noticed my mother was with a child. He demanded that they let her go, for it was not the will of Yehovah to kill a woman who is pregnant. She ran, hiding in the shadows after they released her. She traveled west, took a boat across a ocean. She was a strong woman...but she was scared for what lies ahead. |
| - | 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 was born in LostHaven, a place where no one hated us for being drow. It truly was a place of haven, i lived such a happy childhood. Not knowing of how we came to be here, or why i was the only child like me. Many seasons crossed, me and my mother lived in a small cabbin, just outside of town. Id sometimes play with the other children, but couldnt stand the infernal sunlight all the time. |
| - | 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... | ||
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My father was a head guardsman for the underdark, and mother was the head of House Vn'Lalleth. I know little of real facts about our House, 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.
My father knew nothing of the surface, but he did not want to scare the group by letting them know such things. Therefore, he did not realize the new 'House' was located just a short distance from a Knight encampment. Now, at the time, most of the Knights were in training. They were led by a head Knight, as all parties are. His name is Prince Gavadel. Not only did he serve Camelot, but he was also a TrueBorn Amberite. A man of great power and wisdom. He let his young squires and yeoman go on a hunting expedition without him, for he felt his Knights would be able to handle such a simple task. They managed to stumble upon the new House, naturally, it was daylight. A few of the knights wanted to tell Gavadel, but others believed it was time for them to become heroes, and that slaying the drow, would surly get them full Knighthood. They attacked the house. My family, was killed in their sleep. One of the knights, noticed my mother was with a child. He demanded that they let her go, for it was not the will of Yehovah to kill a woman who is pregnant. She ran, hiding in the shadows after they released her. She traveled west, took a boat across a ocean. She was a strong woman...but she was scared for what lies ahead.
I was born in LostHaven, a place where no one hated us for being drow. It truly was a place of haven, i lived such a happy childhood. Not knowing of how we came to be here, or why i was the only child like me. Many seasons crossed, me and my mother lived in a small cabbin, just outside of town. Id sometimes play with the other children, but couldnt stand the infernal sunlight all the time.
