Legends of Belariath

Avrey

Born Avrey Stormshadow deep within the underworld of the moriels, the man was not born into royalty or under grace of his kind, he was bred for one thing, to be a slave. Years of working tunnels and digging in the hot underlayer of earth made the man quite physical and strong. He was bided his time, and soon saught out another, older male that was his slave partner, an old moriel that was once of royal blood and fallen from the dark goddess grace for a dishonor upon one her mistresses. In the twilight hours, this male tought Avrey, educated him with books and stories of the upperland, of histories of their kind and fo other races. The old man also showed Avrey the way of the blade, using his physique and ferral nature to make him become a skilled swordsman. Soon, he was taken by a mistress to learn other ways, once he became of a riper age, the ways of their kind and servitute. Even that he excelled in and soon he was worthy to be a solider, no longer digging tunnels and menial labor, now he was a slight step above though many torture sessions and brutal battles almost claiming his life was enough to make up for this 'honor'. One day, in a session with his mistress, he was defiant, and had enough will to finally rise above her, over power her and use her like she used him day after day, his punishment was cruel, she tried to cut out his throat, though felt pity and maerely began to carve into his face, making him no longer handsome and forever making him ugly and scarred. Having not leared his lesson, he wouldn't kneel, bow and endured many, many tortures that his body tells the tales of.

One day, once he was promoted to Templar of the spider goddess herself, he was praying to her, paying hommage to his patron and in his insanity, his twisted mind he thought she spoke to him, to tell him to go to the upper land and punish the moriels there that do not worship her correctly, that have forgotten her and of her teachings. When he asked his goddess how to do such a thing, she told him to kill his mistress and flee to the upperland. That night, as his mistress was waiting for him to return from duty, to use his body for her whims, she found him come to her, willing, easily kowtowing to her. Pleased, she finally decided that she had broken Avrey, off guard, she didn't see him eaching for his blade as they rolled in the bed. With a quick action, he drew his long blade up and inpaled the woman easily into straw and wood. She didn't live long, he was a ruthless killer at this point, having fought many battles and seen much death, he knew how to kill, how to maime; how to torture. With her dying breath, he leaned in adn whispered in her ear why, and then with the seeping blood that pooled freely from the wound he made, he began to scral on the cave wall with his finger along a great mural of the spider goddess, in tribute to her wisdom and her promise of his freedom, and soon after he was gone, never to see the nethergloom again.

Days, weeks, months of traveling, avoiding the sunlight and lacking his weapon, he soon found the Lonely Inn and saught refuge there for now, and the rest of his story is merely whispered within the walls of that place.

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