Role

Chapter 4

The wall behind her exploded into her as an umber hulk pushed through and
struck her arm, spoiling her strike and in a rare ungraceful moment, moving
her clumsily out of position. Nereid, equally shocked, lost a beat and did
not seize the opportunity. Nonetheless, the exploding wall threw a stone
at Valxsphre's head, knocking her out cold. Chance and luck further favored
Nereid, as the hulk was followed by two more, and for whatever reason they
focused their fury on the dark elves closes to them. Simultaneously, the
thieves had all but routed the svirf guards. Eager to survive and spend
the spoils, they withdrew, carrying all the treasure they could. Nereid
though, he now desired something more. In short, he tied Valxsphre up and
threw her over his shoulder.

In time, they arrived at their lair, where the fortune was spread out.
They had all agreed to lay low for several months before spending any, to
minimize being caught. Nereid used this time to, well, use Valxsphre. His
lust only increased every time she fought or insulted or otherwise sought to
escape. But he never untied her, and had no qualms subjecting her to
horrible indignity and abuse. Worse, it was not long before he realized she
was pregnant. Learning this, Nereid's anger was enormous, and in a fit of
rage he struck her in the head. At that moment, Valxsphre died. Her body may
still breathed, but she was gone. Debate ensued, what to do with the pregnant
body. In some of the darkest of deeds, Nereid convinced their necromancer to
ensorcell her, to keep the body alive and preserved, for the remaining months.

Foul magic, foul deeds, and foul people led to a miracle, as Wrukesht was
born. Drunk, Neried yelled he would dash her skull against the rocks and make
sure neither he nor the dark elf line would continue. But he was overcome
by his ale and collapsed, asleep. With this one chance, one of the few who
had tried to release Valxsphre snuck in and plunged his dagger into Nereid's heart.
Quickly gathering the newborn he fled, grabbing a fistfull of gems as he made his
way out of the lair. With no plan and nowhere to go he went to the one place
all adventurers know, the orphanage in Balator. Dropping the gems around the baby,
banged on the door and then ran, never to be seen again. Moments later Jaragh
came and found yet another infant. Shaking his head he brought her in, her life
starting anew...