Drelle Tai'Shar
| Drelle Tai'Shar | |
|---|---|
| Created by | Llewellyn Phyre (player) |
| Information | |
| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Accepted |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Kandori |
Drelle Tai'Shar is a Kandori Accepted of the Grey Tower.
Description
She is tall and willowy, around six feet in height. Her body bears scars from an older time, as well as some much more recent, though her face is unmarked. She has very distinctive silver hair, and eyes. Her movements are always swift and graceful. Her name means 'River of True Blood.'
Biography
She never screamed anymore, and after a while Teno'r would grow bored with his merciless torment.
She once thought, if she could keep the screams on the inside, he would never hear them. But, oh, how wrong she had been. He seemed to hear them as well, and took great joy in wringing the sounds of agonized pain from even her mind.
The moment he'd laid eyes on her when Lucan personally delivered her to him, he'd grinned in evil malice. She'd seen in his face, and words that he'd meant not to kill her, but keep her alive and suffering forever.
It felt like days, years, the first time he'd hurt her, though he'd never marked her face. He said he wanted to be able to see the beauty in Drelle's face curl up in agony. The pain went on and on, and the more she'd fought him, the more it hurt. Without the Power, she was as helpless as a kitten, having remained bound. Well he knew what problems she could create, even without the Power. She never stopped hurting, and after a while, took comfort in the constant reminder that she was, at the very least, alive. She wanted to die, but she had something to do first.
Teno'r would die. As would the man that betrayed her. She thought of her foolish heart, and the way it had betrayed her twice. Forced, she was, to kill her first love, to save the fate of the world. And so kill her second to save the fate of her soul.
One night, when the pain had reached it's height and she thought she might die, she made a pact with herself. She would not die until she had cleansed her soul. Had saved Lucan, or killed him. She retreated from the world of the living, to a part of her mind that even the strongest could never get to. Her body was ravaged, horribly beaten and abused, lacerated with the Power and with steel, humiliated and shamed, yet she never cried out. She planned.
With her lack of reaction to the pain and beatings, Teno'r had grown lax, and had begun to bind her with simple rope, rather than the Power-infused shackles. He had openly voiced a lack of capability of a "Tower Black," as he'd called them, to properly make shackles to bind a channeler. She lay limp in the center of a large circle, feet tied together, and arms bound to a large pole in the middle of the grisly circle. Her own blood stained the wood and ground around her. She never left that ring. Not in all the time she'd been there. She struggled briefly with how long sheÓd been there, and gave up.
During a beating, she kicked out in a rare display of her old defiance. This pleased Teno'r, though sheÓd knocked his 'tools' from his knapsack, and scattered them everywhere. He'd made her crawl to the lengths of her rope to gather them once more, and place them back in the knapsack. A small, inch long razor never made it back to the knapsack, clutched desperately between Drelle's teeth as she feigned collapsing in weakness to the ground. He'd kicked her and yelled, and she tasted her own blood as the razor nicked her tongue. But he'd left ignorant of her small thievery.
She waited for several days more for her chance at escape, before it came to her. A small victory, the taking of a village nearby, had Teno'r and his troops celebrating. With the lack of opposition, everyone was relaxed and at ease. Even the night guards hade imbibed heavily. Seeing her only chance at escape, she cut at the bonds of her wrists viciously, sawing for what seemed like ages before she'd gotten through. She heard voices, and stilled, laying against the pole as she had been before. A group of drunken infantry stumbled past, laughing. They passed her by without incident. She leaned forward to cut through the bonds at her feet. Before long she was freed, and had begun crawling away.
Nobody noticed the dark figure that huddled into a stolen cloak and stumbled away into the night.
She beheld the Tower with something akin to relief. Having not known that emotion in so long, she was unfamiliar with it. The rush hit her hard, and rocked her thin frame. Months of travel had strengthened her, though she had barely been able to set traps for food at first, and had eaten her meat raw, and her roots bland. She didn't care, it was food, and she'd been hungry for so longÉ Except to steal clothing from an outlying farm, she had avoided the roads, and towns, and had stuck to deep woods where it was less likely that she would be caught. To her surprise, Teno'r had never bothered to come after her. She vowed, when she was strong, that she would find him again, and kill him.
The small town surrounding the Tower was a welcoming sight as well. Slipping her hood back on over her distinctive hair, she let herself into a small bar at the edge of town. Lifting a purse from a wealthy merchant poised no problem as she ordered a small bowl of the day's soup and mulled wine. She didn't show her face, and only spoke in a low whisper, so much so that the waitress had to lean close to her her.
Later that night, she'd gone to an old stash of hers, and taken what she'd needed for what was to come next. She rented a room at a questionable inn, and slept while she could.
Career History
- Novice
- Accepted
