Legends of Belariath
Rayn
Rayn was born a farmer’s daughter in the small secluded village of Restenford in Ti’Clirth. She always knew she was cute and quickly learned to use her looks and guile to get ahead. These natural talents turned into a lustrous career as a bard, but she quickly grew bored entertaining drunken farmers and sod shovelers. Kissing her parents goodbye, she moved to the nearby city of Nubiscus to seek her fortune.
Nubiscus, however, was not so inviting. Finding work was difficult for an apprentice minstrel among a city full of practiced bards, but she managed to chance a position as a dancing girl in a local merchant’s guild. This union hall was often frequented by the local tradesmen, politicians, and clergy. And one of these was a dark elf diplomat by the name of Valkar Lor. He took a liking to her and offered Rayn an illustrious position as a hostess at the dark elf embassy. She was thrilled, and to her dismay and naiveness, never considered how treacherous the dark elves can be. Hostess meant sex slave whore. On her first night of work she was beaten and gang-raped by the diplomat and his staff over dinner. For months she was abused and held captive, chained in Valkar Lor’s chambers… but that only brought about the undoing.
The diplomat never considered her anything more than an insignificant cum bucket, but Rayn was very smart. She listened and watched all the goings on and business dealings in and out of the private offices. She learned of plots of assassinations and invasions, of extortions and bribes, and during her time in hell she had compiled a list of names that could shatter the kingdom. A high-human nobleman, by the name of Duke Fabian Diethelm, visited the embassy often on legitimate business. From hiding, Rayn always observed the handsome man and decided that he would be the one she would have to trust. On one of his visits, she slipped from her chains and confronted the Duke, handing him the list and ranting on and on about the evil deeds conducted behind these walls. At first the Duke didn’t take her serious, but after reading the list, he gathered that this mere pleasure slave knew a lot more of what was really going on.
Valkar Lor denied everything and accused Rayn of being nothing more than an insane wench that he saved from starvation on the streets. She was certifiably crazy, and the list was nothing more than people she had observed coming and going and her own delusions. Rayn’s appearance, and the breaking of her will all this time, did not help her case. She did, in fact, look like a wild woman, but she swore she was sane and of the terrible things that had befallen her. The Duke wasn’t totally convinced. On one hand he had the word of a trusted diplomat and acquaintance. On the other, the list and accusations were damning and coincided with rumors that had been circulating around the kingdom. Valkar Lor now had a predicament. To alleviate the Duke’s suspicions, he had to discredit Rayn without killing her. So he had her committed.
Rayn was institutionalized in the Ti’ Clirth Royal Asylum. Valkar Lor’s connections insured that she would be raped and abused on a daily basis until she was truly driven insane. But once again, the wayward farm girl proved she was made of tougher stuff. For a year she endured both physical and mental torture that even I don’t want to write down. However, she did make a friend. Morg was a rock troll and another inmate at the asylum. He was a gentle giant and more of an oddity than a raving lunatic like the others. Their friendship was genuine, and poor Morg took many beatings trying to get in the way of Rayn and the orderlies. But one fateful night, the two would make their escape.
Using Rayn’s brains and Morg’s superior strength, the two of them broke out of the asylum. For weeks they went on the lamb, living in forests and caves outside of small villages. Rayn would sneak into these homesteads and steal food and clothes while Morg provided a lookout and protection. He even showed her the delights of his favorite drink, Wild Troll. For a short while things weren’t all that bad, but a single evening of complacence would change Rayn’s outlook for others forever. Morg had never come on to or approached Rayn in any sexual manner. They were each others only and best friends, and all she wanted to do was show him her appreciation for everything he had done for her. She seduced him, offering the shy troll herself and pleasures that he had never experienced. But as they made love by the campfire, they were ambushed. When learning of Rayn’s escape, Valkar Lore had ordered her hunted down and executed, but the Duke overrode that command. Still suspicious of the dark elves, he warranted a bounty on her head instead, specifically stating that he wanted her back alive. Morg threw himself at the bounty hunters screaming for her to run. She panicked and fled, but nor before she witnessed Morg beaten down and murdered in a carnage of blood and gore.
For nearly two years Rayn fled; from town to town, kingdom to kingdom, always staying one step ahead of the bounty hunters. One hunter was particularly determined, and a constant thorn in her side, a barbarian ranger by the name of Devon. Between Rayn and Devon it became a personal game of cat and mouse. Every time Devon would close in on her quarry, Rayn would enlist the aid of some starry-eyed man or woman to help her either physically or financially. She was very good at doing that. She was very good at conning lonely people into doing her bidding, and there was more than one town that one of the heartbroken swung from a hangman’s noose. That’s not to say that the girl is evil. She’s not evil at all, just twisted, and has a very little regard for life. Life is pain and suffering. And you’d feel the same way, if you had gone through what she has.
Rayn finally found her way to Nanthalion. It didn’t take her long to find another sugar-daddy, a knight as twisted as her named Revan. In a plan to skirt Devon, she has become Revan’s slave; a prospect she’s not happy with but is willing to deal with for the time being. In a strange twist of fate, Rayn hit her head in a scuffle with Graham. She has lost her memories… so she claims. Some, like Devon, just think it’s just another scam. Regardless, she has no recollection of her previous life and now comes across as that innocent farm girl she used to be.