Walyllas tel'Anaras the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 5

I have grown much from my youth, from being the half-broken child that I was.
Now, I am a berserker of the village, and my blades strike swift and true. While some
of my affliction might be plain for others to see, I will still carry myself
with pride and, head high, remember that I represent the best of this village.

Honor and Pride, Strength and Courage, these are the traits that make us more
than the merely warriors. Respect for the past and both for our foes and ourselves,
whatever our backgrounds or faults. I have a new family now, brothers and sisters short
and tall, squat and wide. Their myriad forms do not betray that spirit that beats within,
that vibrant pulse that tells me the truth of their presence. These are all villagers,
BattleRagers one and all, and this is a thing to remember the glory of.

For myself, I will carry myself with pride. My carriage will not betray any
suffering, nor will there be any cry or whine escapes my lips despite these damnable
sores. They've spread now, covering my torso, but I will not let on their irritating
presence. That would be beneath me.

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Chapter 4

As I grow older, I more fully realize the gifts of my father. The men
he hired, or else the deep dwarf that bought me after, or one of the others
he had make use of my young body have left me diseased and frail. I'm not
sure what it is, really, but I have sores all over, and it seems it gets worse.
I cannot sleep well, I always feel tired, and the sores drive me to distraction
sometimes.

I am still amazed sometimes that I have made it through all that as well as I have.
I am not that bitter at my father, he was suffering then likely as I do now. My
heart goes out to him, that he had to suffer as he did, that he was broken. It
reminds me of my own fervent desire to be strong and brave, to make things better
as I can.

It still fills me with the rage that sometimes consumes me entirely, the memories I
have of my ill treatment. Every time the incessant itch needs scratching, every time
I remember the pain caused by the twisted actions of my father, I feel the need to
lash out and destroy. I try to control this urge, but it is greater than me.

May the gods of light have mercy upon me.

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Chapter 3

It was told me in my youth that all adversity is but a chance to grow in
spirit, if you have but the courage to face it and overcome. I learned the
truth of my father's involvement in my pain later, and it took me years more
to learn to forgive him enough to grow. He and his scheme could have ruined me,
turned me into something foul and broken. Instead, I will learn from it and grow,
turn myself to purposeful existence and take up my place in this war that has
been waged for ages.

War it truly is, I know that it was not my father's nature to be so unforgiving,
it was the forces he toyed with that turned his normally moral eye towards something
cold and judgemental. Instead of loving the son he had, his studies told him he
could force that son to be something he was not, and in those plans I was exposed
to the true role magic plays in this realm.

I have learned to fight since, trained myself, always training, that I might stand
tall and proud in the war against these monsters. I know that I will be called
to task for who I am, and I accept that, but I will be strong and brave and
when all the tales of this world are done, they shall sing of me that I was
courageous to the last, respected and respectful of my foes, and that a truer
BattleRager there never was.

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Chapter 2

It was this duergar, I am unsure of just what his name was as he always
had me call him "Master", who taught me the true meaning of hatred. He
was an anti-paladin, and with ill magics and taunts kept me as a play-thing
and a fool. I was garbed in women's clothing, forced to foulness beyond
anything my young imagination had ever known. It is this that I am sure the
hells were based upon.

I do not know just how long I was there, nor just how I was freed. Mercifully,
I recall little of those times except the marks upon my body, the scars and
sores that testify to me just how much I had endured.

I know enough to know the hatred that started to fester in my soul during that time,
the darkness that I saw magic used for. Prior to that, I had known my father to be
a beacon to the light, conjuring creatures of beauty and grace to better the world.
I saw then the dire uses to which those same magics could be turned, innocent flesh
consumed in a fever of lust and pain.

Finally, though, the ordeal was over, and I was somehow guided towards the trees
I had called home. It was then that I learned of the cause of all this, and I knew
then in my heart of hearts that my father had been turned by the very powers that
he used to call upon. This could not have been wrought by my loving father, I could
not believe that.

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Chapter 1

When I was young, I used to play with the other boys. Likely not in the sense
that you're thinking of. You see, I've always been attracted to the masculine
gender, always for as long as I can remember. It started out as curiousity, but
as I grew, I realized that it was different from what the others felt. I was
born different.

I'll have you know that I hold my father's example as a very important life lesson,
illustrating the direness of intolerance and bigotry. I cannot help but know that,
despite how my life leads me. I know that my father was badly wounded by the untimely
death of my mother, but there was nothing I could do, I was being born.

It was one day that I was discovered, that one of the boys told his parents, who
in turn told my father. I did not know this at the time, I only learned all of this
later on. I heard all this when I had later freed myself, had returned to Darsylon,
what was once my home, and heard of his execution.

What I do know is this: I was accosted by several men, humans in fact, and taken away.
They took me and raped me repeatedly, forcing me to deeds that I had hereunto performed
only willingly and gently, with love in my heart. They held me captive for several days
and took me away from my home.

My father hadn't intended that much, he had simply intended to teach me a lesson. He
had hired these men to rape me, but not to kidnap me. To hurt me, but not too much.
To show me the error of my ways and scare me to heterosexuality.

That much of the lesson didn't take.

Instead, after they were done with me, they sold me. After they had had their fun,
filled me with their illness and broken my innocent spirit, they took me to a market
and sold me as a slave to some duergar.

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