Vetallas Venlallethson

From LSWiki

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.

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...