When Rage comes natural, it can lead into trouble.
I know I am not the most intelligent, or the most wise, but when I look back, I can see that when I am angry, I do not think. I merely act on impulses.
I had a decent but boring life back at the Eldeen Reaches. I was born into a small shifter community there. Normally our kind stick together.
Many in the community find different ways to survive. We are made up of
mostly scouts and woodsmen. I was a warrior charged with the protection of the
What I don’t have in brains, I have in strength and toughness. Sometimes this can lead to trouble.
My little brother, Wolfeye, was a ranger apprentice and was training in the skill of handle animal at the local stables there, under House Vadalis.
He was working under a young man there, Dracus d’Vadalis. Dracus was a great nephew of Dalin d’Vadalis and was trying to make his mark amongst his family members, whilst still trying to boost his personal wealth. Possessing the Mark of Handling, Dracus was able to train livestock to appear calm and controlled to the buyer, only for it to turn wild and kill its owner. Working in league with Karn, a well known local assassin, Dracus was selling dangerous animals to men of Karn’s choosing. Karn would then follow his prey from the stable, and would simply need to yell a one word command, for the animal to turn wild and kill its rider.
Wolfeye, being more observant that myself, noticed what was going on, and approached Dracus directly. I refuse to believe Wolfeye would have blackmailed Dracus. However, within days, Wolfeye went missing. He never returned home from work. Dracus claimed he never turned up that day, but after an extensive investigation, I found his body and the evidence of what had happened. Wolfeye being smarter than myself, had left a small notebook hidden within his sleeping quarters. It contained his personal notations and information leading to further evidence.
After learning what had happened to Wolfeye, I spread the word amongst my small community. I left them with all the evidence and headed to find Dracus. My mind went blank and all I could feel was rage. I lost control and killed Dracus in cold blood.
Due to my lower than average intelligence, I was found out by Dracus’s father Devlin. Whilst Devlin was angry at me and wanted revenge for his son, he could see that we were at a standstill. His son killed my brother. His son went against the Vadalis family to make money on the side. He was a disappointment to his father. This must be covered up. This must end here and now.
If he killed me, my community would spread the word of Dracus’s alignment with Karn the assassin. Bringing shame to the Vadalis name. They would hand in all the evidence to the local authorities. We also had the names of all the men Dracus helped assassinate.
So we made a deal.
I could pack up and leave town, never to return.
Both parties could forget it even happened. Devlin agreed and left me with the warning “if one of my family sees your face again, they will be the last thing you see"
To project my community from Devlin, I took my bothers notebook and evidence out of the Eldeen Reaches, keeping them close to my chest for insurance. I also left my sister Eldritch to protect the community going forward. While I might be the oldest sibling and the strongest, Eldritch, the second born, was always close behind me and has grown into a formidable fighter.
So I am here, in Sharn. Starting a new life away from everything I know. Eldritch sends me word when she can and I look forward to her letters. While I am away, unseen and unheard of by the Vadalis house, I and my family are safe. Whilst I have disappeared from the Eldeen Reaches, the evidence too, has disappeared.