Mordra
Greetings and well met. I am Mordra, warrior by trade and loyal servant of
the Dark Father, Innoruuk. My life is one of hardship and great difficulty.
You see, I am what some refer to as a half-breed or more politically correct,
a Half-Elf. A being of mixed heritage, an unnatural union of Teir'Dal and
Human. I was raised in the streets of East Freeport by my aunt after my Human
mother passed on. Of my father I know only what my aunt has told me...he was
a lesser noble in the service of the Teir'Dal Emperor himself. I know little
else...not even what House he was from. Having no real roots or background
tears at me every day that I draw breath. I was never accepted by the Humans
in Freeport, serving as the focus of abuse and amusement for them.
As I grew older my aunt introduced me into a secret circle of Freeport citizens
calling themselves the "Dismal Rage." The Dismal Rage is comprised
of a diverse group of individuals...nobles, soldiers, scholars, merchants...all
coming together to practice the teachings and philosphies of the Dark Father.
In the dead of night they would meet in an abandoned building in the slums
of East Freeport, ever watchful for spies and informants in the service of
the Knights of Truth. It is from this group that I first heard the scripture
and words of our Dark Father. I became immersed in the words of Innoruuk.
I had finally found something that I could understand...something that made
sense to me. HATE! I quickly absorbed what knowledge the scholars of the Dismal
Rage could provide, yet still thirsted for more.
One day a High Priestess from the Spires of Innoruuk arrived to speak with leaders from the Dismal Rage. I was summoned and she questioned me on my faith. It was obvious to her that I had outgrown my current station and was prepared to serve the Dark Father in a greater capacity. I accompanied her back to Neriak and was placed into the service of her brother, the High Priest of the Spires of Innoruuk. At the Spires I performed the duties of a young acolyte. Life here in Neriak was no better than Freeport. My Human features are predominant and I was poorly treated by my fellow Teir'Dal acolytes. Oh how I hated them. Each day my hatred grew. My faith was just as strong. My loyalty just as strong. After a year I approached one of the Priests and expressed my interest to serve the Dark Father further. I was laughed at and told that I could never be a Priestess of Innoruuk. My blood was tainted. I was merely a servant with little more status than a slave. Shortly after I was dismissed from the service of the Spires and banished to the Foreign Quarter.
If I had thought the slums of East Freeport horrible, the Foreign Quarter of Neriak was ten times worse. Broken down buildings...filth in the streets...foul beasts of all types. If there was a criminal element in Neriak, it was sure to be found here. I made my way here by begging in the streets and digging through refuse heaps, pawning off anything I could get a few coppers for. Life was hard. One evening while I was enjoying an ale in a local pub I was attacked by three off-duty City Watchmen. When all was done, three Teir'Dal lay dead in a pool of thier own blood. I was taken into custody by the City Watch and thrown into a damp cell. After what seemed like weeks, a guard opened the door and yanked me from my cell. I could only imagine what horrible fate awaited me. Expecting the worst I was suprised when the guard marched me past the gallows and into the Watch Captain's office. The Captain looked me up and down and began to laugh. As I glared at him he said he could not believe that one such as myself could singley dispatch three of his best men. We both began to laugh. Impressed with my fighting abilities, the Captain turned me over to the Indigo Brotherhood where I would be able to train in the military arts. This is where I am today...a warrior in the service of the Indigo Brotherhood. A soldier of hate in the service of the Dark Father.