Legends of Belariath

Diamond Rough

Diamond Rough born to an Elder of a small tribe in the northern region of Morgan Hammer Clans.The only daughter and sibling to four brothers, Diamond was raised to be a warrior but her physical attributes from birth was mumbled aloud between clans,”The Rumiel” (The Blessed), she would hear since she could understand and speak as a child... Diamond at age three asked her mother one day what and why is the tribe would mumble that word around her ... Her mother took the white haired child Diamond into her lap and arms and explained to her the meaning of Rumiel..”Because says mother,, Ya have's da outlook of our true heritage, da white hair, dem beautiful iced blue eyes,soft pale skin and da mark of da hammer upon yer hip born to yer flesh instead of burned like da rest of us... Legend says dat one born in such appearance will grow ta be a great warrior and leader to our world, tis thee my lil Diamond, a true Hammer tis born in thee..”.... Diamond nodded to her mother and left her lap to return to her already training duties to learn the ways of a warrior by her father.. Three months later her mother died giving birth to the last child and Diamond's younger brother ... Instead of blaming or hating him as her older brother's did, Diamond took it upon herself to help raise him, look over him, protect him like non other...Diamond was her father's pride and joy , grew to be a beautiful strong young woman.. In her early teen years she began to show traits of a Shaman... A horse whisperer father called her as she could easily summon a untamed horse as well as any other trained to her bidding and ride them bare backed with not even reigns.. this amazed her father greatly so along with her training to become a very powerful warrioress she was sent to a local tribe to learn the ways of a shaman.. The Clan tribe's elder was a close and long time freind of her father named Xoracon..A great leader to a near-by tribe of Hammer clan with only one son to leave his reigning throne to, a boy named Lordacon ... Born in the same year as Diamond, she had a long history with him as they grew together in their training in their younger years ..The warrior boy she knew and secretly cared for deeply soon grew into a mountain of a man before her eyes in their younger years.. Always swarmed by the girls of both tribes wanting his attentions greatly as Diamond did as well but nay would she beggingly act in the way as the others.. No .. She continued on with her battle training as well as her spiritual lessons to become the next Shaman of all the neighboring tribes .. The Morgan Hammer Shaman to all...For years she would sit by her father's side at the fires and listen to the stories told by the elders as well as the grown warriors ... filling her head with pictures, filling her heart with desires to adventure herself .. In her 23rd year she came to her father and asked for permission to do such.. To have a questing journey of her own, He Refused! She grew angry swiftly, a quick Temper the lil barbarian woman had and argued with her elder father for the first time in her life.. Terrible angry words were spoken between them both, heart breaking between them as she packed herself a chosen horse with a saddle for a change as she rarely ever rode with such.. gathered supplies and snuck out from the tribing villages in the midst of the night and took on her own questing journey with no knowledge of the world other than what she had heard in stories.. Unknown to her what she was leaving behind at the time, an Elder father that was dieing secretively, Evil brothers that plotted the taking of her father's throne, and a young strapping warrior of a man that loved her silently as well .. Lordacon, Son of Xoracon...After long weeks of riding through snow filled lands, deserting barons, and peaking mountains with not a soul one to see for miles, Diamond finally finds a forest leading her into the town of Natholian... Stepping into the Inn she found it to be rather interesting and very different than the upbringing she had experienced and the stories she had heard ... The first for her to meet and capture her attentions was that of a Torian she aggreed to stay with as a mate...For two months she ravished in sexual pleasures from him and his slaves til word got to her that her father was dying.. Immediately she packed once more and rode as swiftly as she could taking only half the amount of time to return than it took to find the great lavishing city ... Twas too late, her father had passed and on the night of her arrival the tribes were in the beginnings of a burning ceremony of his body ... As she stepped into veiw the muffling mumbles surrounded her completely as she glared around confusingly wiht her icey blues ... The hard stares from three of her brothers she could feel as she met them with her own daring glare... Not a word spoken between them throughout the night til the morning light broke when the eldest of her brothers approached backed by the other two... He spoke out harshly and angrily toward her, Flashing her father's throning ring at her in a fist and ordering her to leave and never return.. A banishment for choosing a mate not of Hammer Blood...She did not argue nor did she speak but turned and left from her home once again wandering where her youngest brother was as she did not see him with the others.. The tribe nodded in aggreement with the new throning leader as none would dare challenge him at that point and time ... she turned and took her leave upon her new grey dappled Clydesdale stud she had purchased within the city of Natholian ... Returning three weeks later to the torian she stayed with as a mate and ended the relationship out of greivng honor for her father and none other ... They remained freinds for there was no true love between them, just the fascination of sexual exploration and the teachings of and experienced man she learned swiftly and quite well ... She made herself a camp afterwards within the forest and stayed there a small amount of time when one night a terrible tornadac storm forced her to leave the camp in search of shelter.. Tis when she stumbled upon a abondoned cave in the side of a rocky revene at the bottom of a towering mountain nearby ...Liking the sheltering protective feel of it she took up homestead alone within the 60ft.X 40ft oval shaped stone room finding another smaller opening to the furthest end leading into another smaller but 40ft. X 20ft. oval shaped room she could use as storage ...There she remained for nearly three months alone til meeting with a local human man that resided within the town,worked as a guard within the Healer's Guild and master wood craftsman for the pac-den ... At first she took him for a noble and hated him tremendously but soon she grew found of the man and deeply fell in love, married him under the city temple's binding scriptors and proclaimed an alliance with another local barbarian clan ... Soon a condition grew within her body of the man's blood as she grew happier and happier with each passing day thinking she had finally found her calling and was at peace... But that peace did not last as her shaman visions would haunt her dreams, first at night but then soon to find her waking days ...She had to leave once again to her homelands.. For two weeks she was gone battling for her life as well as her tribes, renewing a lost freindship with the elder Xoracon and renouncing her rightful place within the clan ... She returned wearily after that two weeks to find her so called loving husband with another.. Choosing a slave to her bed over her as if she was already dead... Her heart was swiftly broken and became hollow inside as her tears streamed til there was no more water to be found in her body.. She left his castling keep and returned to the only thing she knew... The cavern withing the mountain's rocky revene ... Taking the silvery band she wore as a signification of their marriage off of her finger and placing upon a leather strap, she tied it around her neck as a reminder of where she had been and what has taken her this far .. Always to be married to one that does not love her back and a path of a Hammer Shaman's path she must lead ... Occasionally visiting the town's Inn to show the locals she is still about they will see her most as a sleek and slender athletically built barbarian woman standing about 5'6" with long silvery white hair that reaches just past her heart shaped butt body covered by a forrest green man's tunic she wears like a dress with a long V-cut shape in the front showing her plump pillowy cleavage and pressed firmly against the material and slits upon the sides from her hips to where it ended at her knees giving quite a veiw of her hips and thighs creamy muscular flesh... Diamond's icey blue eyes are eerie to look upon at times and stands out against her paling skin making one feel as if she was looking through you and searching for your soul... an arrogant like smile crests to her thick pouty shaped burgandy stained lips as they are so appealing to look upon would make a man lick his own lips with desires to tastefully kiss such a mouth...Around her tunic at times she wears a coal black magi-robe lined to the edges with a gold trim and markings of the shaman.. Her swaying proudful stride taken in black leather thigh high boots that are laced firmly and folded neatly at the knees with two hidden daggers sheathed within them as well as her money pouch she keeps there safely too.. A weapons belt is snuggle clasped around her slender hips holding a No-dachi sword strapped to her right side and her traditional hammer to her left... a light cross bow with mithral arrows she carries when hunting upon her now trusted grey dappled Clydesdale steed... 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