Legends of Belariath
Vierraen
Vierraen was the second born son of the eldest daughter to the matron of House Auvry'rret. The predecessor of the matron at that time was cunning, ruthless and incredibly intelligent, a moriel capable of weaving webs of deceit so intricate than unless she willed it those caught would never know in who's plots they were tapped. She had a head for business and her extremely cut throat nature allowed her to amass enough wealth to aid in raising her house up from lesser nobility. Truly a tenacious moriel as she should have been aimed to be among the greater houses, to be one of the rulers of the city. The house gained power and influence rapidly and would have eventually met the goals its matron had set but she had but one daughter a inept weak willed creature that was in no way fit to rule a house in moriel society and there was no way she was going to allow her to rule. The matron had decided to murder her daughter after all she could just grab a male and make another but she had to do so before she got bold enough to make an attempt on herself. The matron summoned her daughter to the meeting chamber and when she arrived the doors her closed behind her leaving her alone with the matron and her guard consort. She would rise from her seat a calm look upon her face as she moved toward the daughter drawing a dagger from her sleeve, her eyes suddenly going wide in surprise a startled gasp issuing from her throat as she collapsed to the floor. Her consort's blade buried in her back, the last thing she saw was her daughter as she pulled her head up by her hair and taking a dagger across the matron's throat.
With the daughter's ascension to matron stagnation would begin, to powerful for the lesser houses to bring down but it's matron so lacking advancement was a laughable prospect. Several decades would pass the matron had given birth to three daughters and a few sons, two daughters had children of their own, the third completely disinterested in males never had bedded one, as for the sons none lived all were either sacrificed or killed in the matron's failed plots. The middle daughter had given birth to two daughters, the eldest had one daughter and two sons the younger she names Vierraen. He grew up like every other male in moriel society firmly under the heel and lash of the females that ruled it. One of the great houses set its sights on the impressive fortune the house had and put the plans into motion to take it, after all the strong prey on the weak and the matron was the definition.
Vierraen had grown to adulthood and had shown promise in marksmanship so his mother sent him to attend the school of arms to cultivate his skills, this choice would ultimately save his life. He had been summoned to patrol duty at the last minute to replace someone who had been killed in a sparring match, unable to return home as planned he readied to leave with the patrol squad in the morning. It was late when the barracks buzzed with the news that a house war was underway and little by little more information came in, Vierraen had heard the full report from the hall as he passed by the common room, fear crept in realizing his life was forfeit if he did not flee right away. The matron had been assassinated only moments before the attack reportedly by her guard consort, two of her daughters died in the attack the third had been captured and the rest of the family line was dead or being dispatched. He fled into the wilds of the Nethergloom with what provisions he could carry cursing his luck, cursing the weak matron, and cursing his life. Only one course of action remained to him knowing full well a houseless male was going to struggle just to survive but he was now houseless and hunted to survive he had to leave the Nethergloom. The race was on he had to avoid patrols and elude his pursuers the path set before him was not going to be easy but he would survive.