Infernal Beginnings.

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Infernal Beginnings.

Postby Zekafae » Wed Apr 23, 2008 4:53 am

This is the story of my Drow a very troubled elf who has lived both sides of the world. I'm not the best writer in the world so please bear with me.

Zekafae's life and general overall background has been an enigma for many years. But there are a few elders and survivors who also survived the slaughters of the goddess wars that know Zekafae very well. Zekafae's family wasn't powerful in the drow society but held some minor respect the home was not far from Menzoberran at least in the oppinion of the survivors. True distance is no longer known due to the house's destruction but it is known that zekafae has survived that but also much much more. His family were always practicioners of the arts, his sisters like himself were the children of the matron mother whom was a powerful sorceress and practitioner of the dark arts. His father was an assasin trained in the arts of death and was known to kill a couple dragons with rumored his bare hands or just smaller blades. Zekafae's sisters took on different professions, one sister the eldest and named after her mother Kilena became a priestess and even was accepted into being one of the priestesses to enter the temple of their goddess. The other sister Mirvinarris became necromancer like her mother. The youngest sister Nesentlaere also took up the dark arts and Zekafae being the youngest of all the children was named after his father.

Sadly for the young drow the fates weren't kind to him as he was the family slave much to the dismay of his father. Zekafae suffered a fate worse than servitude he was the guinnie pig to his sisters and mother's dark arts. Their line was tied with the infernals from a relative of theirs his mother's great great grandmother being such a powerful practitioner of the arts enslaved a powerful infernal managed to control it do incredibly high levels and take its seed from its body and implant it within her self. She gave birth to zekafae's great grandmother and killed the infernal shattering its existance. This has been recorded in the ancient libraries of the city. The Rilynath house now held great power and the family was constantly working on it. Shadow magics which his father was just really learning to master with his arts. But zekafae was born with them and throughout the first hundred years of his life he was tested upon. Infernal magic, demonic magic, necromantic rituals and curses. Zekafae was a slave to then but in the meanwhile being trained in the body mind and soul to become much stronger to be able to bear this burden and handle the abuse. The family didn't realise that the tests were only strengthening him and making him more powerful unlocking the infernal blood trapped in his veins. When zekafae was two hundred years old his house was discovered and were performing acts that not even Lloth would approve of the arts were getting much more sinister and were seen as a threat. And of course the other side of the coin the followers of elistraeesae zekafae as a threat to them but some saw him as a possibly ally for the sheer hell he had gone through. In the chaos that followed Zekafae got ahold of a couple of his father's cheaper weapons and escaped but was stopped by his elder sisters before he could reach the surface. The priestess and the elder mage were standing in his way to freedom and his mind was made up he escaped the city he was finally free and now his own flesh and blood tried to stop him. It was clear as he stands today what happened, it wasn't much of a fight but more of a slaughter. Zekafae butchered his own sisters and actually overcame the curses dispelling them with his sheer willpower. Both sisters were left bleeding from multiple places. The ears, the nose, the mouth, even their eyes but the wounds they had were fatal. Some of the fellow Lloth followers found the sisters before they died and were told of the events. Zekafae was free and by now on the surface late at night. A new chapter was about to begin in this drow's life and it wasn't going to get any easier for another hundred years

Part two coming up. (breaking things down so its not a pure massive wall of text. Aren't I nice?)
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Surface Life

Postby Zekafae » Wed Apr 23, 2008 4:55 am

Zekafae now without anything to his name except for his knowledge and the hell he had gone through was on the surface. He knew next to nothing about this world and he only had his father's weapons. His father's best weapons are still in the city and surely are being auctioned off by now or locked up somewheres in respect to the assasin's skill as death was a popular theme at the time. Zekafae only knew the drow tounge which made life very difficult but his fate was turned slowly to the better after meeting a mercenary. The man's name is only known to Zekafae and though unlike most drow zekafae honors this man greatly. He hardly mentions the name but Gunther is mentioned when he speaks its in high regard. This mercenary saw the drow and knew very well what they were capable of. They were some of his better clients afterall, and of course seeing a drow clearly not in the best of conditions took pity on him. It took a few months but Gunther the Mercenary had gotton Zekafae to understand the common tounge and earn his trust. Within the year the two spoke in common and Zekafae was surprisingly intelligent and caught on quick. Gunther really used Zekafae to help with carrying materials and do various tasks. But within two years of their meeting Gunther took Zekafae under his wing so to speak and began teaching him how to fight and show a bow. Zekafae was skilled with the swords as he still had the two blades and, was showing some powers with magic.

Ten years have passed and Gunther and Zekafae were a powerful team and were bringing in alot of money. This one job would test them both to the limits and Zekafae had revealed to Gunther his name's meaning and what his father was. The two of them had killed dragons in the past but only certain ones, Gunther taught zekafae that some dragons bore an illness that could spread through them and annihilate the whole race. Gunther wasn't a ranger and usually had an elven one go with them to point this out. Zekafae learned like all his other skills very quickly but still wasn't the hunter he is today. The dragon they were going after was an Ancient Black Dragon which had begun showing signs of the disease affecting it. The ranger pointed out the weakspots to them two of them and hung back as Gunther and Zekafae were to go in for the kill. The following battle was brutal and frightening for all of them as this dragon in its ancient age was smart and very cunning. The disease hadn't affected the dragon's body yet but the skin beneath the scales were starting to show the signs. Gunther was taken by surprise by a claw attack which sent him out of the cave to land near the ranger. He told the ranger to take care of him and tried calling out to zekafae. The young drow couldn't hear him and got up into a small spot above the dragon with his bow in hand and took aim at the weak points. One arrow after another was heard whistling through the air and the sickening sound of impact and the dragon's screach. This was bringing the attention to the nearby village who were on their way to see what the commotion was about. Zekafae finally nailed the critical weak point and the dragon hissed and coiled and writhed about. Zekafae showing no mercy put the nail in the coffin with unleashing the rest of his arrows in other soft spots. The dragon died and zekafae came out to see his mentor and the man who took him in die before his eyes. The villagers carved from the dragon what they could but the ranger asked the old wizard to take the horns and make zekafae a bow out of them. These spired horns imbued with magic and the wizard having watched zekafae's style made the bow and imbued it with the arrows. He told him that the arrows would be able like normal arrows but all he had to do was pull the string back. The young drow had a priceless treasure in his hands and the town buried gunther with a monument zekafae had made them erect for his mentor. Instead of taking the full price he took only a smaller portion gave the portion that was due to the ranger and his only request was that the monument be built. Zekafae had carved an inscription into the stone in both their languages honoring gunther. The ranger would train Zekafae further in archery and tracking and the dragon hunter was born as fifty years passed and zekafae was surprisingly better than the ranger and the ranger though a surface elf was proud of zekafae despite their differences in lines.

The ranger and the drow parted and now Zekafae was making a small name for himself as the dragonslayer. He was killing the dragons infected with the disease or those who truely harassed villagers. An adult black dragon was his next monumental kill as this dragon's hide became Zekafae's hide armor. Zekafae took the armor and not the pay this time and went on to other jobs. years passed and the drow had become a powerful hunter and mercenary. He still carried his father's blades and wanted to find something to do with them. He couldn't just destroy them or even discard them. So he decided to keep them as daggers incase he needs them for the event. He had learned enough magic to be able to perfectly conceal them, his infernal blood was at the right age now and the magic powers from his blood and the arts from his mother were taking shape but he hardly used them even to this day. Surely potent by now the only things he does with them is help him make special arrows that he uses on the bow. One job where he was to kill a dragon lead him to an unusually small hoarde. The dragon was killed with minimal efforts but his attention was drawn to the artifacts and the items here but it was a black sword which in a small part had serations on it and the blade was slightly winged like a bat's. He took the sword and put it on his belt and put the items in one of the two bags of holding he had one was for his gold and the other for items. The sword he found out wasn't much for looks as after he cleaned it, it was still black but was imbued wth affectiveness against dragons. But he hardly used the sword but he kept it anyways, in honor of his mentor who talked of a sword that was known for killing dragons. He named the sword Dragonblight and it joins him still like his bow to this day. Many years have passed and many platinum later Zekafae still travels the surface doing what he can and still working on eliminating the disease. He's been noticing the decline of it which makes him happy and knows that his mentor's job and wishes were almost complete. Zekafae told a mage about the disease and the mage wrote down the information. Zekafae had performed the gruesome task of the autopsy on the dragon to see what the disease affected. The disease is an infection which creates a mould like substands that spreads throughout the body weakening the scales and horns making them brittle and discoloring and making the hide unattractice and horribly's gangrenous in spots. Should the dragon mate it can be spread through mating as the mould covers the sexual organs of the dragon. Zekafae chronicled the fact that he has had to kill a few nests and call clerics and mages to the site to save other nests. After this recorded data was completely compiled Zekafae went back on the hunt to finish the job he had been trained to do. He sadly knew that in time his travels would bring him back to the underdark and confront the life he once lived.
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Current day(mostly)

Postby Zekafae » Wed Apr 23, 2008 5:01 am

Today Zekafae has overcome much of the problems with his drow kin, he still speaks their language and with his childhood behind him he's no longer the slave. He has been called multiple times to deal with some certain problems the drow have been having. Enterances to the surface were being bothered by orks and some creatures they'de rather not deal with. He does the occasional market run where he picks up materials for poisons venoms and other items sometimes an occult one for a patron up top, of course those prices are very steep as it involves him dealing with the female occultists. The drow society hasn't forgotton the fallen house of Rilynath but merely pass it off as a story or myth. A boogieman story of how a line of part drow part infernal walked amongst them and yet the lone survivor of the house lives. The only truth to the story is that a couple guards have "tried" to arrest zekafae but using the shadow arts he's escaped them or with his brute power landed both guards and put the overly dominating females on their behinds or out cold. This has given him abit of respect and of course guards approach with caution. He's tolerated by many at best but slowly its turning but not much. Zekafae knows that in time he'll have to fight his own blood kin the infernals but for now he'd deal with the dragons. The only personal bussiness he has in the underdark is that he wants his father's weapons. But something else calls him as odd as it seems, he's looking for a female to take as his own bride and mate. He knows too well that the females here want to dominate him and use him for his seed money and strength for the power of their children. The followers of Elistraee the surface drow mostly the females may be the best chance for him. But they don't see him much better as he killed his sisters and has much of the sadistic streak as his mother and sisters bear and he's shown it numerous times in his life in the occasional fight.

Zekafae currently at this time is near one of the enterances to the underdark having just finished some bussiness with both. He's only five miles away from the main enterance to the main drow city and home of their temple. His search for company to help him with his job but really for a way and a place to settle into a new life whether in the underdark, back where he once lived or on the surface. Of course in all his years of travel this drow has seen many female elves and has been debating greatly on getting involved with one from the surface. Many know of him and his deeds but cannot forget that he is a drow and the inherant cruelty. Zekafae's been offered to recieve the teachings of multiple gods but he's told them he does not know where his path lays with best. Drow have tried to teach him the different things of just about all their deities as well as some elves and theirs. In his eyes he may have killed a priestess and a mage to Lloth but he partially still favors her. As he does for Elistraee for the possible protection and seemingly guidance he's had on the surface. Night soon approaches and he would be starting to make camp away from all travelers and out of all harms way. This is one drow that knows how to survive the best and the worst in life. A drow who has meaning and one who'se really searching for where he belongs in this world. On the surface or in the underdark? Which kind of elf will take this drow's heart and be his bride and mate? Could a human or another race perform this feat? Zekafae doesn't know the answer and the fates seemingly aren't leading him towards any answers to the questions. Tonight he sleeps alone but never a deep sleep, he's always aware and his blood's protecting him with wards of protection something he learned how to do within the last few years and perfected it.

Thats the gist of his story and like the nvn2 counterpart will soon be he'll make a strong character(ideally)

How this ties in with becoming a Follower of Eilistraee is simple. Through the deeds he's done and really the time he's spent it only made sense but also like anyone who lived amongst humans for so long the yearning of company but also the sense of belonging is there. -cough- in anyevent I hope you enjoyed the story.
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Postby Zekafae » Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:04 am

kind of a necroing the story.. but it is going to be redone heavily.. 3 years ago it was a 2am thing, now the real story is going to be written with full detail on how he lived so long and why also covering his classes.
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Postby Zekafae » Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:39 pm

update: story is updated on site, will edit the original here in time.
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