My tale is one of woe and redemption. I was sired by an act of cruelty and the stain of that act haunts me even to this day. I was borne of the Dhe'nar but I reject their ways. My 'father' was a political rival of my mother's husband. While her husband was away my father used magic to trick his way into her bed and I was conceived. My mother soon realized what had happened and in her shame did not speak of this to her husband upon his return. Eventually when she learned of her pregnancy she chose to let her husband believe that he was to be a father. All was well until the day of my birth. Then my father chose to expose the truth in hopes of destroying his rival, my mother's husband. My mother could not hope to hide the truth any further and the entire affair came to light. Her husband enraged by the dishonor done to him demanded that I be put to death. My mother refused and begged for my life but her pleas fell upon a cold heart. In order to restore his 'honor' her husband demanded my death and swore if she refused she was to be banished forever from her home and people. Even in the face of this threat she refused him. In his rage he ordered his servants to carry mother and baby outside the city and to cast them to whatever fate lay in store for them. Here another act of cruelty shaped my destiny. The servants seeing a chance to profit disobeyed their master's wishes. Once outside the city we were met by slavers to whom the servants had sold my mother. Our fate was to end up as slaves aboard a pirate ship. I would have been quickly cast to the sharks had not my mother saved me. I was spared because she agreed to willingly comply to the ship's captain's wishes. I will not speak of what she did to save my life.....

   As the years passed I grew and I learned the ways of my captors. I learned to steal, and of poisons and blades. I was well on my way to becoming one of them. But here again fate stepped in. One night my mother could bare her torment no longer and in a fit of despair cast herself to the sea. My soul ached at my loss and bitterness overcame me. My thoughts turned to revenge and I sought to lash out at those who had wronged me. Here what I had learned amongst the pirates became their undoing. I was able to poison their water supply and bring about their end. As fate would have it I found my way to the landing. My skills I had learned amongst my captors served me well and I began to grow in power as well as years. My early years were filled with a dull rage. My thoughts were often of revenge and punishment. I sought to reek vengeance on all who wronged me. These were wasted years and I shall not dwell on them. So I came to Voln's service with all the wrong reasons. Again my thoughts only of vengeance. However time has a way of changing a man. Through service to Voln's mission I began to see a greater purpose. Eventually I realized that revenge is only a tool, not a purpose, and therefore not something worthy of dedicating one's life too. Though the blackness of my youth remains I temper it's bite by seeking a better way. I stand against the wicked and try to live my life with true honor.

Songnoir