Player: scifibarbie
PC: Nakaruru
Class: Thief/ Ranger
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Elf
Subrace: wild elf
Age: 120
Deity: None
Bio:
Nakaruru grew up in the forests on the island of Keajo in the serpent isles. Her family and her clan lived in the wilds with nature. They taught her how to hunt, how to survive, and how move quietly through the woods. She learned to commune with nature and to understand the song of the birds, the howls of the wolf and chittering of squirrels.
Then one day, while traveling near the coast, Nakaruru's family came across a small contingent of men who were walking thru the woods. They gave the men a wide berth for the most part, keeping their eyes on them without being seen. Though they let them know their presence was known and that they were being watched.
The men got the hint, and made lots of noise as they quickly made their way back to the sea. The elves not trusting the outsiders at all followed them down to the sea to make sure they left without causing any trouble. The family watched from the safety of the forest as the men made their camp and decided to keep watch on them until they left.
Later, Nakaruru being the curious sort later that night decided to get a closer look. She snuck up on them as quietly as she could and got as close as she dared, using the cover of night to conceal her movements. As she observed them, her brother snuck behind her and tried to get her to come back to the safety of the woods with him. They argued for a few minutes since she wanted to watch them abit longer and was being her normal stubborn self.
Her life changed that night.
They were caught! While arguing with her brother and fighting against him the men had spotted the movements and circled around. They were caught! They fought like badgers cornered in hole but in then end they were easily overpowered and dragged into hte heart of the camp. The men started cheering and raising a ruckus! The two elves couldnt understand a word they were saying since they had never learned the common speech of men.
The night the two were bound, beaten, gagged and tied to poles erected on the beach.
The next morning the forest was deathly still...it was obvious something was about to happen. The men cried out something in the common, then in elvish..taunting hte elves to come out. Nakaruru could understand a few things here and there but was mostly dazed and barely conscious.
Just past sunset the clan began their assault. Using the half light to their advantage. The man standing next to the kids fell instantly and quietly with an arrow in his throat and in his chest. Others began to fall like leaves in the fall...the clan then made their move towards to rescue the kids. They moved cautiously and swiftly forward.
The trap was sprung...once the rescuers got close enough to Nakaruru and her brother the sands exploded all around the rescuers. Huge elementals rose from the ground, a windstorm rose up blinding everyone and then a sound like thunder pealed through the air. That was the last thing Nakaruru remembers.
She woke up bound by the neck, chained to her family and the ship. The next few months were the some of the worst of her life. Poor conditions, little food, no fresh air...In time the hold became filled with more elves, the food became less, the air staler. Nakaruru became separated from most of her family but somehow her mother was able to stay chained near her.
After those several months, the ship finally docked at the port of kitharien. Nakaruru was blinded by the light as the hold was opened and overwhelmed by hte smells on the air as the fresh winds blew in. She barely cried out to her mother, her voice cracking from dehydration, but was not answered. As her eyes adjusted to the light she looked over...her mother hung dead, held up only by the chains that bound her to the wall of the hold. Her eyes open and empty..staring at nakaruru.
She tried to cry, to shed her tears, but her body wouldnt let her. She wracked herself with convulsions..unable cry out or shed a tear. Eventually she just went into a daze.
She was later sold to a family of wealthy merchants. As they led her away to her new life she eventually regained her senses. Whether it was from the long ride into the countryside or the smell of the forest after all that time who can say.
Her time as a slave girl was initially uneventful..cleaning the houses of the family, cooking, various menial tasks and what have you. She learned the common tongue after suffering from numerous beatings every time she tried to escape, didnt speak the common tongue or any imagined offenses. In time, once she was a bit older she suffered worse punishments and indignities. Any hope she had, any goodness she might have held in heart soon turned into anger. She became apathetic eventually...unsure of herself..wishing only for death.
She never told them her name, so after a time they called her crow. Saying her voice sounded like the awful squawking of the beasts as they fed off the scraps and their jet black feathers reminded them of her hair.
In time she was assigned to be the handmaiden of the 4th daughter. She wasnt a particularly pretty girl. But what she lacked in looks she made up for in cruelty. Crow being the 5th handmaiden in as many years.
Crow learned to bite her tongue in that household and working with this hateful wench pushed even the limits that had been beaten into her. Working with this girl sparked something in her. She became more rebellious. Tugging a bit to harshly at her mistress's hair, accidently ripping her favorite dress in the wrong place. Little things that kept adding up. In time she began to relish anything she could do to torment her mistress. Infuriated her mistress when she woudnt scream or call out begging for mercy from her various punishments. Her will and fortitude finally startng to reassert itself.
Then one day, crow went to far. Her mistress wasnt particularly pretty, though she was not ugly by any means. But she did have a reputation as being a bit of a 'witch'. It was extremely difficult to find any suitor wishing to put up with her for long, even with the scent of her fathers money hanging around her. But one was eventually found.
After awhile, he noticed crows little antics and how they infuriated his wife. Crow noticed him also...at least how he always smiled when he saw her torment his wife. Then one day the mistress caught her husband smiling at crow, though crow didnt acknowledge him. Ina fit of rage, she grabbed a knife and cut a deep scar on crows face. Crow screamed out in agony as the mistress set upon her. The husband pulled the mistress from crow. She had finally had enough...the mistress said she was going to have her killed asa rebellious slave..that nothing could save her! Crow was like a wounded animal then, crouching by the fireplace. Crow understood the meaning of those words adn for a moment doubt gripped her. Then something within her snapped...she attacked the mistress scratching deep claw marks into her face and then running out the door like a wild animal.
Later she found herself shaking in the cold night air of some back alley in the city of katherian. As she slowly returned to her senses, she heard the watch looking for her. Then her old skills came back, well, as well as they could considering she was in a city and not the woods. She hid as best she could and managed to elude the city guards for a time. Then as she rounded a corner she ran smack dab into a thief who had just climbed down from a window. They boith jsut stood there dumbfounded for a moment. Then the sounds of the guards roused them from their surprise. Nakaruru kept her senses somehow and saw the thief as her best chance to escape. The thief was going nuts, tryng to avoid the guards and lose this crazy elf woman who was chasing after her. The thief finally realized after a moment that Nakaruru was an escaped slave, and took pity on her. That and it made more sense to hide with her then try and lose her and avoid the guards at the same time.
They escaped that night. After awhile of hiding out together, the thief was ableto gather who Nakaruru was enslaved to. Though she could get little else out from her. The family our heroine came from was notorious amongst the local thieves guild as being very cruel. Not many slaves escaped with their lives from the group. They were rich, cruel and very connected.
Our thief then took it upon herself to help nakaruru. She taught her how to survive on the streets, to move quietly threw the jungle of the city. To take what she needed to survive, to never take anything for granted and always be on your toes so you could rub the noses the gentry with your daring. The skills of a thief came easily to her, as she learned the various skills some of her old skills started to come back also. She was able to get rats to sneak into buildings and fetch shiny keys for her to open their doors with. To distract families, she took especial glee when her ratty friends were able to torment the women and get them to shriek and run in horror allowing her to escape unnoticed.
Though her and her thief mentor had become friends over the year or so since her escape. Nakaruru had no illusions there was going to be a price to pay for what she had gained from her friend. She didnt care, and over time she knew what that price would be and it made her happy to fulfill her debt.
They made their way from the city one night and headed out to the countryside home of her former captors. They were going to rob the house of some valuables and cause a little mayhem. Nakaruru spent years in that house. She knew the layout like the back of her hand. They had a plan, knew the ways in and out, they knew of certain traps and were just waiting for the darkness.
When the time came, the two snuck in thru the stables entered a little used entrance. Nakaruru was able to keep the horses calm while her friend disarmed the trap by hte door. They quietly made their way inside, avoiding the guards that wandered the halls. They went thru unused and empty rooms
and made their way into the lower levels where the families heirlooms were kept. They saw two guards sitting in a small alcove rolling dice to pass the time. Nakaruru recognized one immediately. He was one the guards who enjoyed his work 'disciplining' slaves. Her rage kindled in her breast. The two slid quietly up and Nakaruru had no compunction about slitting both of their throats and then letting them see her face with their dying eyes. Payback was hers.
They had the keys to the chamber now. It took them longer than they had thought to disarm a few of the traps between them and the door. They gathered up what trinkets they could avoiding the things they knew were magically protected. As they were getting ready to leave, one last thing was left to do. Nakaruru set a couple of traps. When they were set off, they would trigger the magical traps surrounding the more valued items, and eitehr destroy or severely damage them. At the guard shack she left a few crow feathers lying around. If they were smart, they might figure it out is was her. She hoped they were smart. Crow had come back to roost.
As they made their way out by the stables all of a sudden there was a huge ruckus in the house. The bodies had been found, the theives presence discovered. Nakaruru and her friend just smiled at each other and fled into the shadows of the forest.
From a small hill they watched the compound. Close enough to see, but far enough away not to be noticed, not that it mattered if they were spotted or not. They would be long gone by the time anyone got to their position. There they split the loot and laughed watching the ants run around in a panic at the house. Nakaruru had a small taste of revenge, abit of profit and now she was ready to move on.
After several weeks of traveling thru the forests alone she began to let herself remember her life when she was young. The happy memories flooded through her filling her with warmth and sorrow and grief. Then the memories of her life as a slave pierced her heart like a cold dagger...extinguishing the warmth she felt. Then her time amongst the thieves, the freedom, the friendships (however tenuous) and learning that she could survive and thrive on her own and the cold in heart warmed slightly. She knew now that she could only survive by her wits, that it was her and her alone in this world and she would move through it. No longer prey, but the hunter and the world was hers for the taking.
//Whew...along read i know. I type way to much.
Oh..and know and recognize as a thief i cannot break into player houses,guilds etc; pickpocket players and stuff.
Hopefully invisible NPC's are okay (especially with gms around
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///Oh yeah, and i know I didnt give an age timeline for alot of this stuff. That was on purpose since I know at 120 yrs shes still considered about human 20 years old or so. It was just kinda hard for me to put a specific set of years spent in servitude for her, on voltrex, as a thief or whatever. But for a general timeline i suppose this would work:
1-100: On voltrex
101-115: Slave girl
116-120: Thief
I am assuming development and maturing of an elf to human ratio for some of this stuff. That and the resilience of an elfs mind given racial attributes and stuff.
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