Tel'Gothrim - the Story of Uruvion
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At the age where most elves are experiencing nothing but the joy of childhood and the comfort of their home, Uruvion witnessed his sister be raped by Sembian mercenaries. In a rage, and swearing vengeance, he went after them but was easily captured. He was beaten severely for days, tortured for the entertainment of the mercenaries and left for dead. Eventually his kin found him, they brought him back and nursed him to health. However, the damage was permanent, both mentally and physically.
The years passed and he grew strong and wise to the ways of the land. Eventually, he was accepted as one of the Way Watchers - warriors who guarded the forest of his homelands against foreign incursions. As the time passed his hatred festered like an untreated wound - he wanted vengeance at all costs. He prayed day and night to Fenmarael, begging for a chance to redeem his and his sisters honor. The Lone Wolf listened.
On a rainy autumn day, while watching a hunting trail often used by poachers with a another Watcher, he heard them. They were loud, boorish, and killing on a whim - they were Sembians. His heart beat with fury at their sight, at last the chance to enact vengeance and sate his honor was before him, but true to his word as a Way Watcher he tried to warn them off - send them from his homeland. Anger beating in his temple, he appeared from a distance and asked that they leave - they laughed and jeered, the stench of liquor heavy on their bodies and breath even from over twenty paces. The drunk hunters, in a flurry of motion, drew bows and loosened arrows. As if by a cruel twist of fate, an arrow struck the neck of the second Watcher. Uruvion heard nothing but their laughter and the dying gasps of his friend. In a fury, and reflex, he drew his bow and shot - the arrow found its mark in the chest of a young Noble.
The noble's dying screams covered the noise of Uruvion's swift use of his bow - another arrow, another screaming man. The Sembians, shaken out of their stupor by the sight of blood amongst them, gave chase. However, their actions were too slow, Uruvion was gone. He fled, he ran, he cried - the face of the first young noble he shot in his mind as he made his way back to his kin. After what seemed an eternity he reached the tribal holding of his kin and told them of events of that day. His actions were deemed necessary, but due to the nature of his sister's injuries, severely questioned.
A tenday passed and a delegation of Sembians approached the same game trail - they asked for the head of the one who shot the son of a local land-owning Baron. Uruvion's kin were anguished but knew that to hold him would spell the doom for both their forest and the rest of the kinsmen. It was not this that eventually drove them to their act, but careful consideration of Uruvion's deep hatred for humanity and his likely actions. They agreed to the terms - an eye for an eye. The elves sadly turned Uruvion over to the Sembians, knowing in their hearts that doing so spelled his doom. As the delegation left, Uruvion in chains, they were ambushed by unseen attackers. "Orcs!" shouted the Sembians as crude arrows and loud orcish war-cries filled the air expertly cutting the majority of them down - Uruvion took this opportunity and fled. Like a deer chased by a hunter Uruvion ran, he ran for a day and a night - fleeing for his life.
Unbeknownst to him, the actions of that day were those of his sister and her kin. They attacked with deception to make the Sembians think that orcs were responsible for the ambush - the deception worked, but at the cost of Uruvion's banishment.
Uruvion now travels, lonely, banished by his kin for actions that he feels are unjust - having to travel far from home and sometimes work along-side the people he has come to hate.–-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Account Name: Aenima
Character: Uruvion
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