3. Pylith A. Yanacae

Pylith A. Yanacae


  • Character name: Pylith A. Yanacae
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    When she last walked the dirt streets of Norwick she stood proud as a Blue Moon Elf, with dark blue hair. She was no taller than 5'3". She was fast runner and quick with a bow. Pylith was tuff little fighter and was always up for a good hunt. She wanted to prove to her family that a female elf can be a ranger as well, BUT her life all changed the day she was tooken away.

    Like any normal typical morning for Pylith she would wake in her home town of Norwick, say hello to the local merchants and visit the piggies at the farm and be on her way to meet her love Deacon by the south gate. They had a special place they would wonder off to spend time alone. Every once and awhile she would set off to see her brothers and sisters part of her clan "Wolves of Narfell". Not this day though, Pylith got the bright brillant idea one morning to wake up before the sun creeped over the furthest mountain to bless the land with its glow. She was on her way to the creek to try to catch a fish. She wanted to surprise Deacon by making him some fryed Fish for breakfast that morning with berries.

    Pylith set out past the safety of the gates and went on her way to prepare her surprise. Of course she would run into the occasional goblin here and there which they ment nothing to her. Her skills to work a bow had been improving and she had gained a strong arm. Now Pylith cared for her land and didn't want rotten goblin to stink it up so she would always properly dispose of the bodies by digging a small trench and placing them in it. The items she found on the goblins were stolen from local travelors and she was planning to turn them into merchants to see if they could find the owners. Normal routine so far when off where the goblins like to pester passerbyers. These next events is were her life changed for the worse.

    Pylith bent over to cut off the armour on a dead goblin when she was attacked from behind. Without warning she was attacked by an Orc. Not just one but there were three. Each were smelly and had razor sharp teeth. Slime dripped from the corrner of their lips. Blood stained their ruff leathery skin. They shouted a language at her that her that she couldn't understand. She tryed to speak Norwicken(english) to them, but no use. Next Elven to them, but it up set them worse. One took its club and swung with all his might and clobbered her across the head. Pylith fell to the ground. Her head gashed open, blood begain to pour from her temple. She screamed for help. No one came. She fainted from the trama.

    20 years passes by

    She blinks her eyes, its dark. Her body trembles. She clinches herself. She's naked. Her eyes adjust to the poor lighting. She's in a cage hanging 2 feet off the ground in a musky cave. She sits a still as she possibly she can trys to listen. She can hear screams of tortured souls in the distance. A hammer hits some rock and the pieces shatter away. The grunts of orc's about 100 feet away from her at a table remind her that this is all still not a dream. An orc walks up to her and shoves a burned dog leg through the metal bars to her. He motions for her to eat. Pylith frighten to get beaten again takes the leg and bites down on the chard skin ripes a piece of with her teeth and begins to chew. The orc grunts in satisfaction and walks away.

    Tears form and fall from her face. She has become nothing more than a pet. Her once blue vibrant coloring has faded away to a faded lifeless yellow. Her hair now stark white from fear. Her body has not been exposed to true light in many moons. She has been beaten and tortured day in and day out. Dragged in and out of her prison of a cage and tossed around like a rag doll. She watches as the souls float away from the bodies they once came as their limps are wanked from their torsos and hurled into a pot of boiling water. She use to pray for someone to find her and save her, but all seems lost. Her memories no longer keep her company, but instead haunt her of a past life she may never regain.

    9 more years come and go

    Pylith has seen her share of orc come and go, but the day they never returned, she didn't think would ever come. Hours passed as she watched them all chase out the den. She was confussed by this because them never left her alone. She could hear in the distance swords clashing againist another and the screams of battle crys shouted back and forth. Between whom she couldn't make out they were to farway for her to tell. Every once and awhile the fighting came as close as 7 feet from her cage. BUT she was to scaried to shout out for help. She only thought someone was trying to take her from her new aquired home. Then Crashums (big buff brut of an orc that always tryed to feed her) would move them back out of the eating quarters and down the cavern walls. This came so routine for her she feel asleep and didn't think anything of it.

    a quarter moon passes

    Pylith grunts. She swings her cage back and forth. Trying to knock it againist the wall. For hours she swings back and forth back and forth. She is unaware its too far from the wall to touch it. Grunts in disatisfaction when her swinging attempts dont work. she trys to reach her arms through the bars of the cage to a bone laying on the ground, but her arm isn't long enough. A rat scammers infront of her and bites down on the bone she has been trying so hard to reach and carries it off with its mouth. Pylith is enraged by this and starts to rattle the cage. She shouts in elven to the rat to bring back the bone. Before she can finish her sentence the cage falls to the ground spliting the hendge at the bottom. Pylith notices this and kicks it with her feet. The 30 year old poorly made to begin with cage breaks away and Pylith manages to crawl out from the shattered bars. Pylith jumps for joy and chases after the rat shouting in a mixer of Orc and Elven words. The rat scampers into a hole in the wall and makes his exit leaving his stolen bone behind. Pylith scoops up this bone and begins to naw on it. Its dry, dusty, dirty exterior has a fawl smell and nasty. the meat from it has been long gone eaten away by ants. Pylith frowns in disaproval and wonders off down the cavern halls looking for somthing to eat.


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