Legends of Belariath
ShaKa
It all started more than twenty years ago...I was an abandoned child...left in a forest at the age of six, with nothing but 20 coppers, a pendant, which I assumed was my mother's, and the clothes on my back...not a very promising future eh? Well, that is what I thought as well, and I thought that for quite a few years, until I was around 14 winters, that is when I decided to become more than just a forest dwelling kid...I decided to become, of all things, a thief. By this time I had struck up several friendships in the near-by town of humans, my "friends" taught me the common language, as well as helped me to read, write and other such tedium. The other humans in the village however, were not fond of me. How was I to know it was because of my skin color and my people's...nature. All throughout my visits there, I would get such remarks as, "go home ya stinkin Drow!" and "we don't want no friggin Darkies here!". Despite my hardned feelings....those words stung. Fast forward 4 more winters, I was 18...my "adopted family" gave to me as a gift, a cloak and a crude dagger and sent me on my way, telling me that I had spent more than enough time in this place, and that the other residents were quickly losing sympathy for me, considering I was no longer my young innocent self. On my way out of the village, I was accosted by a couple of the town drunks, they accused me of stealing livestock and sacrificing them to Lloth for her blessing or something. I told them I do not even know what a Lloth is and that I am trying to leave. The drunks just would not let go, one of them took a swing at me and caught me on my jaw, causing me to stagger back a bit, I wiped my chin, causing me to wipe blood onto my hand as well, the sight of that blood did something to me, for the first time I saw blood in a new light, and I would never think of, nor look at blood the same way again. The sight of my blood caused me to go into a near blinded rage, my vision went black for several moments, when I came to, both drunks were dead and my hands were covered in their blood. I did not have time to wonder about what happened however, as I heard a couple people coming my way. Gathering my things I made my way from that village and never looked back. The years that followed were spent with me wandering from place to place, having small adventure after adventure....but that is another story...