R'hllor Barrirret The Drow

I was born deep in The Underdark Tunnels West. I was ‘raised’ by my parents, Ereldra (My mother) and Hatch'net (My father). I had 7 siblings. My sisters: Nizana, G'eldriia, Limeira, Kiaran, Khaless, Z'ress and my brother Vorn. I was the youngest. My only friend was a Tarantula Drider named Omarethy.  

As all Drow, I had to practically raise myself. I was ignored and usually had to steal to eat or else wait till the first and last day of the week for family dinner. At age 7 I killed my sister Nizana. I had stolen a Rothé Kabob and she found out.  She attacked me, she was just hungry too.  She was older than me by 4 years and much stronger then I. She hadn’t expected me to fight back, that’s the only reason I’m alive and she’s not.

She came at me with the fang of a drider. I was on the ground crawling away as fast as I could when I stumbled upon fathers swords. I knew I shouldn’t touch them, I would get in a lot of trouble, but Nizana wanted my blood.  I grabbed them and threatened her, hoping that would make her back off. She threw herself at me, my back on the ground, and with a growl, lifted the fang to deal a killing blow, calling my bluff. In that moment my survival instinct kicked in and I lifted the swords to cross on her neck and I used all the strength I had to cut her head from her shoulders. She screamed as her blood rained. Her head dropped and her body flopped lifelessly onto me. I continued to lay under her as her blood drained. Our father had walked into the burrow to find the scene and frowned. “What happened here?” He said calmly. I told him of my crime and what had caused his daughter’s demise. He smiled largely and picked up the dropped kabob. He pushed Nizana off me using his foot and handed me the kabob. “I’m proud of you my boy. You earned this.” I blink at him with confusion. “Will I be punished?” I had asked making him laugh, he then realized what weapons I used and he smiled larger. “You take after me in duel wielding. You know what? You can keep them. You had your first kill today and I’m very proud of you.”  That was the first time Father had acknowledged my existence let alone showed pride. So, covered in my kins blood, I smiled at my father and ate my kebob. Mother was saddened, while my father was proud, as I was the youngest of our colony to have a kill. I had gotten 5 new kills during the next 2 years and the pride of my father grew.

2 years later I killed my sisters Kiaran and Khaless. They were twins and they were jealous of the attention I got. For this they killed my pet fruit bat, Miz'ri. Tore her wings right off and laughed when I found her. I was a boy of 9 years and I had loved Miz'ri, I loved her deeply and as I cried I pointed my blades at them. They were only a year older and they were not as seasoned in battle as I was. They begged for mercy. I contemplated it only for a second before I buried my blade into Khaless’ abdomen and slashed up until her sternum got in the way. Her organs vacated their home with a sickening splat from the slit in her, and I laughed. As Khaless fell to her knees then to her back, Kiaran took her chance to run, and as she did I grabbed her by the hair and she screamed out in pain. The tears were now dry as I began to laugh uncontrollably. “Please, brother! I’m sorry! Forgive me!” She sobbed as I yanked her down onto the floor. I forcefully rolled her over and cut her clothes from her torso. “You thought THAT was funny? Killing my Miz’ri? No, dear sister, THIS is funny.” I cackle. I use my sword to fillet her skin from her back in a way that looked like wings. “Look at you! Such lovely wings you have!” I cry out in joy. “Please, brother! I’m going to bleed to death!” She cried her voice hoarse from screaming. “I’m tired of your voice.” I say calmly as I slit her throat. I hear her gargles as I play with the flaps on her back. When I finally got bored I left to join the last of our family in the dinning burrow of our home. My mother was the first to notice me. “R-R’hllor what is that you have on you.” She asks suspiciously. I smile brightly at her, “Kiaran, most likely, though I may have gotten some of Khaless on me too.” I shrug. Z’ress stands up with fear in her eyes. “W-what do you mean! Brother! Tell me you didn’t!” She cries out. “They killed Miz’ri.” I say as an answer and sit at my spot. Z’ress follows the trail I had left and mother and father trade glances and the others join Z’ress in the search for what I’d done. I filled my plate and ate. No one joined me for dinner.

At 10 my father took me to the Drider colony to get my own swords forged. I chose twin blades of black and crimson steel. I named the left one Brorn and the right one Briza. They could be put together to create one large long sword, which I dubbed Baltana. The drider used magic which allowed to sword to grow as I do; in length, balance, width, and strength. This magic also kept the blades in great condition. This trip to the Drider colony not only got me my new blades, but gifted me a friend. Omarethy was a tarantula Drider in the midst of Black Widows. Her father had been a tarantula, but he had just been traveling through this colony back to the East Colony. Though she had the red hourglass on her butt, the hairs she had as well as the fangs protecting her genitalia made her a Tarantula.

I had just crushed a rat beneath my foot with a giggle at the crunch when she had walked up. “You are quite the unstable one aren’t you?” She has asked looking at the blood making a puddle around my foot. I smile brightly at her and shrug. “I like making things die. I’m R’hllor, I’m 10 now! And you are?” I had boastfully asked her. She smiled at me softly. “I’m Omarethy. I am 12. I think you might have some mental instability you should get checked.” She said with a giggle. I shrug again. “You’re furry. No one else is.” I said. She had frowned looking very upset. “I like it! I think it’s pretty.” I say trying to fix the pain I’d caused her. She looked at me confused. “Really? You think I’m pretty? Even though I’m different? No one else has hairs like I do….” She said with sadness in her voice. I nod with a smile and lift my foot. “I’m different too.” I said while I played with the dead animal with my foot. “That you are.” She had giggled and we had been friends ever since. I had continued life as it had been; killing people and things here and there, and I would always go to visit the Drider Colony to play with Omarethy.

At 16 had joined a gang; The Schizotonic Canyon. I quickly killed and tortured my way to the top and by my 5^th year in the gang I was one of the top men. We were constantly at war with the East gang The Labyrinth. I got the tattoo on my abdomen at age 22. This was also the time I became a sexual deviant. I was in this gang for 38 years. I left because I had become bored with the lack of killing; since we had taken down The Labyrinth for good a year prior, there was no longer any excitement. Now an adolescent of 54 I had to find something else to occupy my time.

I had suggested to Omarethy that we visit the Underdark Tunnels North Capitol. She had agreed reluctantly. I had put my things into my magic bag I had bought off a surface drow merchant. I ran and hopped onto the back of Oma with a hearty laugh. “ONWARD MY NOBLE STEED!” I hear her give a hiss. “Don’t make me poison you!” I smirked and played with her hair. “You know you love me.” I had said. Then we went to the Capitol. When in the Capitol I apprenticed with all sorts of jobs, but none took my fancy. We stayed there for 36 years learning all we could before returning home.  

2 years later was The Great Collapse of The West. The whole eastern part of West Tunnels began collapsing. I was in my burrow playing with Essos, whom I had bought only months prior with my swords sheathed on my back and my bag over my shoulder. His ears had stood up high and his eyes widened. He was scared. Petting his head I walked out to the living burrow, that’s when I heard the rumble. The ground began to shake and the ground above me began to crumble. Essos began freaking out. “Don’t worry. The magic should keep it from collapsing.” I say more to calm myself then him. I hear screaming and something dropping and my heart stops. Everything is given a violent shake and I lose my footing and fall on my butt, Essos clinging to me with all his life. I see the entrance to our home collapse and my eyes widen. I’m trapped. “R’hllor!” I hear my mother call for me. I run to her, she was in her burrow. “Mother what’s going on?!” I say panicked. “An earthquake, now help me move this!” She said pointing at the dresser. I help her move it and it revealed a hidden tunnel.  “Go as fast as you can. This will take you straight to the surface; you will need to dig a little. I’ll use my magic to keep it from collapsing. Now go! I have to find your father, sisters, and brother! Go!” She said to me pushing me towards the exit. “Forget about them mother! You are already here and they are already dead! Let’s go!” I say grabbing her arm. She yanks it back with tears in her eyes. “I can’t. I could never be like you tunnel drow. I can’t just not care about my children, about my husband! I was angry with you, for what you did to the girls, but I forgive you and I think time on the surface will help you. I love you, R’hllor, I love you. So please leave me to find the rest of our fucked up, broken family.” She cries pulling me in to hold me. I hadn’t known mother was once a surface drow. I feel warm wetness on my cheeks. She gives me one last kiss before she turns to run out of the burrow. “Mother!” I call out to her and she reluctantly turns to me. “I-I l-l-love you too!”  I sob out and she smiles a sad soft smile. I turn and start to escape. The tunnel was so small and you had to crawl through it and it was long. Essos clings to me tight as I climbed, tears drenching my face. In all my years I had never felt this kind of love for a person nor had I said those words and meant them the way I did. I sob harder as I feel the tunnel begin to collapse around me. She’s dead, probably suffocated in the dirt. For the first time I am broken over the death of someone. I reach the end of the tunnel and begin to dig and dig. Right when I reach the surface there is a blinding light. I scream in agony as I pull myself out of the tunnel. I flop onto the ground and flail screaming while clawing at my eyes as they burn from the light, the ground beneath me shaking violently. I’m screaming so loudly I don’t hear someone approach me. “Oh, Zarus!” I hear a man yell. I feel something get draped over me, but am in too much pain to really try to figure it out. “Shh, Shhhh. I’ve got you.” I hear the man say, trying to calm me. I feel myself get picked up and I start flailing harder. “It’s ok! It’s ok. I’m going to get you somewhere dark. Is it just you?” The man asks. My instincts tell me not to trust this man, not even for a second, but my situation doesn’t give me the choice. I tell him that no one else will be coming from where I have come from and am carried away. The thing draped over me has cut the blinding and burning feeling down quite a bit and I assume it is a cloak. He took me to his home and covered the windows and fed me while I was blinded.

This man’s name was Trev Vieth. This man taught me to trust people, but not wholly, always be cautious but not outright suspicious. He also taught me how to care for others. Though I still loved to kill and took my time with each and every one I got. I eventually got acclimatized to the brightness, though it took me a few years. By this point I was missing home. I found a tunnel leading to the tunnels west and climbed down. Everyone had thought I had died and were both terrified and surprised to see me. Only my sister Z’ress and my brother Vorn had survived the collapse. I told them of the surface and they explained what had happened since I’d been gone. Vorn joked about how our other sisters got to die by tunnel collapse instead of me and Z’ress beat him to unconsciousness and glared at me, daring me to say or do anything. I shrugged not wanting to fight the family I’ve missed. I then went to visit Oma. She had squealed and cried when I had found her. She then smithed me a bow and some arrows, stating that since I’ll be out with all that space I might as well have one. I took it gratefully. I then went back to my new home, coming to visit her and my siblings often. It had been 33 years I had been top side when Trev came down with a terminal illness and I took care of him his last few weeks until he died. During that time I had a choice to make. To put him out of his misery or let him suffer. As I was choosing to end his life a voice spoke in my head. “You do not want to do this. He will not suffer. His life does not need to end by your hand.” A woman said to me. And I listened. After his death, I took to the tavern every night for 3 days before I was dragged out of my home and everything I knew by a girl and her wolf.