Role

Chapter 7

Yagig hails from a tribe of scavangers barely surving on the fringes
of the Wastes of Nonviel. He traveled to Arkham in his youth with
two elders to barter for goods since the guards of Seantryn and the
jade elves were known to kill his people on sight. All three were
duped into going to Dra' Melkhur upon the inticing offer to find out
about eternal life. His two elder were slain but Yagig stayed alive by
month after month by one means or another. He convienced them he knew
things he did not and even agreed to write his clan and have them send
send others with the promise of a vast unclaimed land where food could
be found easily and no skyflashes would eat them in return. He did any
thing to stay alive. He survided mostly by learning to take abuse and
appearing totaly worthless and unthreatening. He learned much of their
lore and a smattering of their goals.


He lied saying he knew where an artifact was buried within the desert
of araile that he saw when flying nearby. This he thought his chance to
escape. He would have to go show them where he saw it, giving him the
chance in his terrain to flee. The caravan was attacked by the Talshidar
and all slaughtered but five others and himself. He found himself caged
again awaiting sacrifice to some demon or another. They all sounded much
the same to him and had the same result, that being him dead. He managed
to stay alive this time by trading information about the keep he had
just been a prisoner at. Yet again he was made to suffer as a slave and
worse as they doled out any abuse they wished upon him that did not end
in death. A dwarf also survided who could work steel and was kept a
prisoner near him. The dwarf was treated better as he had more value
and Yagig found himself even lower than another slave. All were better
than Yagig. All had more freedom, more food, more clothing, more water,
and less pain. His plight was ended when a trio of heros raided the
Talshidar caves. A warrior, bard and invoker fought their way to the
captives cages seeking some female as they kept yelling her name. They
broke his lock and asked if any others were held as well, to which he
replied that they had all been sacrificed the passing eve. The dwarf
that had for mocked him so long could stay and rot. They insisted that
he stay behind them as they fought their way to freedom and he obliged.
Offering to carry anything that would burden them in combat he managed
to gather several spare weapons and various sacks of provisions and
supplies. These he fled with out of the first tunnel out he could find.
In Hamsah he found the goods worth a heavy sack of coin. He retained
the minor spellbook of the invoker and understood enough of what he read
to think to seek refuge within the guildhall of invocation. Maybe if
he used the coin to buy an apprenticeship within the hall he could
learn enough to be strong himself, stronger than others and no slave
ever again.