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Areas of Influence: Slaughter, Destruction, Hunting |
A long time ago, a young dark elf child was scrounging for food in a
dirty gutter when he was approached by a frightened man; a murderer and
child killer. The human shoved the drow roughly aside and ran off. Moments
later, a cloaked figure rushed past and went in the direction the human
had gone. Combat was heard, and then silence. The Ancient, as the drow
learned the cloaked figure was called, walked back to the drow and handed
him a bloody scalp. 'Here's something to remember me by,' said the
Ancient. The Ancient then spat out a word and disappeared. Throwing away
the disgusting trophy, the drow returned to scrounging for food, all the
while thinking about what had happened.
Years later, after his mother died, Drithentir went out in search of a guild
to join. Having a natural affinity for the four primary elements, he joined
the Elementalist guild in Glyndane. Through blood, sweat, and plenty of
beatings by insane elementals, he finally attained his fortieth standing in
the guild. It was then that he decided to seek out the Ancients. His scroll
was sent, and while he was waiting, he researched his bloodline. Apparently,
his father was a powerful figure in a drow clan known as Clan dr'Rhillzznae,
and his mother was a member also before she died. Knowing this, he
decided on joining the Clan. Learning the dark honor and strange practices
of the Clan was not hard, but was not easy either. After a few months worth
of schooling and training, he was accepted as a Clan agent. It was then, just
hours later that the Lord of the Void contacted Drithentir and put him
through the tests to become an Ancient. Drithentir passed the test,
returning to the Lord of the Void with a dripping head that once belonged
to a giant warrior. He was inducted into Ancient, his past identity hidden
from view, and found himself totally alone.
There were only two other Ancients alive, and they were often in the Void.
Taking this in stride, he went and performed his job. After months of
successful hunts, he decided it was time to gain his last standings in his
guild. He travelled with many, and earned the title after a time. His life
then revolved around hunting prey and interacting with the Crusaders,
and he began taking note of their honor system, learning what he can. It
was in his 400th year of existence that Drithentir achieved a great honor.
It was this year that Xurinos himself appointed Drithentir as Grandmaster
Assassin of Ancient, granting him leadership of the assassin house.
Drithentir immediately went to work, and since he was Evil King of Clan
dr' Rhillzznae for some time now, he began using the codes of conduct he
made for the Clan and the modified Crusader honor code for Ancient.
Once this was established, he began inductions. The ranks of Ancient grew,
and the assassins were once more a deadly force, not a single drow
elementalist. The Ancients began cutting a deadly swath through prey,
some who lived so long that the ones who bountied them had died of old
age, and their children themselves were old and feeble.
Ancient was feared once again, and in the 200th year of his reign as
Grandmaster Assassin, Drithentir N'Gorathille was finally branded by his
chosen god Xurinos. The power of the void, the might of the Clan, and the
fearsome strength of Ancient was behind him, but Drithentir was getting
old. Add the fact that exposure to the blood of slain prey caused him to be
a traumatized half vampire, Drithentir wasn't going to last very long.
However, he did not want to leave Thera behind, did not want to leave
Ancient and the Hunt, so he petitioned to the gods for immortality. Several
years later, his prayer was answered, and he rose, a full vampire, and
assumed the throne of Slaughter and Destruction. Over the years however,
his mental stability and memories of his former mortality began to fade and
his paranoia and wanton thirst for violence grew. He disowned himself from
his family line, not even recognizing his own sister or younger brother
anymore. Eventually, he dropped his last name and adopted the pseudonym
of Stormfang, to represent his mastery of the elements as well as his vampiric
nature. To this day, he watches from the shadows, watching as the Hunt
continues and those marked with the fanged skull and crossed scythes serve
Slaughter and Destruction.
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