Oriana the Rat

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Venn Rausumea Illerendi

Fights with Oira Morin


Character History

popping her head out for a brief moment from the shadows*

"So you want to know about, little old me, huh? The name is Oriana Alantha Diies', or as others know me, Oriana the Rat, *she smiles*, or plain old Ori.....I'll answer to most of them including HEY STOP THIEF!.

I have lived here in Oira Morin for as long as I care to remember. Oh I was some place else briefly before that, but like I said it is not something I care to remember. I barely remember my mother, and I watched the man I thought to be my father murdered in cold blood, by Miandor the umm...thing that raised me. I have siblings but I couldn't begin to tell you where they ended up or if they made it through those terrible times......*she looks sad for a moment, off into the distance, but recovers*.

After a trying time of growing up in a cold musty tower, I escaped from 'ol crabby wizard pants into the real world. But that didn't last to long.Those that sought to harm me, captured me and without his royal crabbiness to stop them and no family to speak of I was stuck. They brought me on the Highway of the Lost....into the land of the 'Old Code', Oira Morin, something that I wasnt a stranger to because my father and mother had both hailed from lands that followed the old code. It was however something new to my captors and they were caught quite by surprise by the band of highwaymen that attacked our caravan on the road. Many of my captors were slaughtered and those that werent headed off for the hills. Myself and those being held like me were set free from our bonds. The maurauders said nothing and we did not see many of their faces.....and most of us just ran into the woods or set off on foot for the nearest town.

I was good in the woods and I had no thirst to find more people that would seek to enslave a child, nor did I look to fondly on returning to the "darkness" I'd left behind, so I hid in the trees for several days. I watched the people on the highway come and go....as well as the bandits pick and choose. If you were of the old code it seemed and traveling with honest intent then they left you be, if not they were swift in there justice. And then there were those too who seemed to work for themselves no matter what the others said, those that attacked and looted for the pure pleasure and greed. For the most part these men sickened me.

But there were 2 that traveled with these greed seekers that seemed out of place and not more so on the day that they attacked a caravan bearing the peaceful standards of Avalon. The caravan was not heavily guarded because it was assumed that it carried no great treasure, only maybe a dignitary or two and Avalon was at peace with most including the realms of eternal Darkness. I watched from my perch as, they set their trap and went in for the attack. The few young soldiers were dispatched with ease and the looting began. But the tall man, whom was obviously an knight was not so easily over taken. He fought a number of them off until he came to a young boy who was suprisingly matched in some of his skill. They fought and fought and in the last moment when the knight had him pinned, he knocked him firmly on the head and rendered the boy unconscious, sparing his life. I would never forget his face, the knight or the boy. As the knight remounted his steed and went off in pursuit of the rest, I climbed from my perch to check on the boy.

Before I knew what was happening another young boy, who looked as if he was related to the unconscious one, grabbed me around the waist and drug me off the road "Do you want to get yourself killed?" he motioned back to the road, as I squirmed to get free of his grasp, "He'll be fine, he isnt dead and he'll either wake up with a head ache or someone else will tend his sorry arse." He would not release me. He held me tight and drug me off into the woods. He held his grasp tight on me as we ran and when we were close enough to a camp deep into the woods he let go, "Here, you'll find a place with them...they seem like your type." He winked and ran off into the darkness.

I entered the camp and after much accosting I was accepted. The small band of rougues took to me....and why shouldnt they? I was raised by a master thief, stealer of hope and children, and goats when Prince Grumpy Pants wanted to. I grew up and learned the tricks of the trade and became quite accomplished. Rarely getting caught and still managing to save my skin if I did. I learned to fight and became deadly with my daggers and flail.

The young boys on the path would be a permanent part of my life. I would later come to know the brave fighter as Kaimelar, and the sneaky coward who hauled me into the forest as Arikus. More than once they would save my skin from being caught, and I would be greatful for years to come. They both cared for me and mine in their own way, and were as close as I came to family again...that is until the day...the terrible day....when Arikus *she pauses, a look of anger on her face*....no that is a story for another time.

So here I am roaming the realms of eternal darkness, doing what I do best. Well only partially....Kai found honor or something and mended his wicked ways and he is hell bent on me doing the same....he is like that little voice inside you that tells you when you are doing wrong even if it is fun....normally I would tell this voice to shut up...but the voice usually isnt 6ft tall and carry an arsenal on his person. So I am learning to be good....*(I wish him luck with me I truly do...old habbits die hard).

I still wonder about my mother....I have seen her once, when I was older. Oddly enough she called me "Morwen" the ancient tongue for "daughter of darkness",instead of Oriana which means "shining light.". She gave me a strange gift.....an intricate silver chain and two names, Illerendi, and Kala Theron and set me off to find out what they both were before she moved on. I wonder about my brothers too...and where they may be and if they are alive.....but then again I wonder if the baker is going to be foolish enough to leave a cherry pie within my reach too....

See I told you old habbits die a hard....."

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