Ryn
Growing up in Menzoberranzan was harder for ryn than his brothers or sisters being born with an enate sense of empathy that he later defined as part of his character, and was put to the test many times by his matron Mother Thra'lara (Thrall-ara) Del'Laminae (Del Lam in ay) who sat at the 10th family of power and pulled out all the stops to impress her spider goddess. while most houses kept slave armies, the Del'Laminae frequently bought out the market as their matron took great pleasure in mutilating and torturing slaves that expired past their usefulness. Naturally she encouraged all her children to join in. The sister trio of Cazna, Zash'alee, and Phyrra all took to it like pigs to shit. even more so was the younger brother Jarryn and youngest sister Miz'ri eager to prove loyalty and safety to their matron mother. Numryn'mar and his father figure istro'vir always chose personal training over mutilation and thier combined skill and track record was more than enough to prove they had a point. especially since it fell to Ryn most of the time to train new recruits just to watch his mother take any promise out of them for the slightest mistake. after his graduation from melee magthere and his breif stay at sorcerre he began leading an invading calvary at demand of his mother to gain influence with her precious spider. on the battlefield there was little room for mercy,
but given the chance ryn always chose to take it if he could. Leading an invading force demanded savage loyalty and with drow it is paid for in spilled blood. No stranger to combat he was able to savagely overwhlem his enemies in a flurry and disarm them (sometimes literally) if that meant he could end the battle early and seize the chance to end the conflict without taking the life infront of him. his mother also took this as his strange way to please the spider but it was indeed the opposite in a desprate plea to hold on to any kind of empathy he had left. Especially with his underlings constantly testing him and pulling ambushes, always though they were pinned and forced to yield, and often met with a "try again once you get stronger and we'll find out next time" from ryn in a genuine attempt of friendship but was often taken for the surface challenge he disguised it as. After a decade of service his choices caught up with him, once the information leaked from an interrogated slave that ryn was sparing them on purpose he was forced by his family to sell each and every slave he captured over his campaign to a delighted ilithid slave trader who came to the particularly violent house for bargains not found elsewhere. after 6 months of intense scarring and mutilation by his own family including his mother and big sisters taking turns raking his face in 8 lines for their precious spider to save face, claiming his left eye in the process due to an infection they took pleasure in exploiting a dangerous high fever before removing it before it hit his brain. after getting bored with their dog not biting back anymore and silently taking the punishment they ended up selling him to the same ilithid slaver instead of spilling what little value he had as a past noble left.
As a puppet to the mother brain flew between flashes of glory in the colloseum and nightly massages to the undulating mass of jelly that made him feel at home. as the weeks past the drow was beginning to lose himself when a miracle happened. An earthquake (lets say something other campaign related) caused a shower of massive stalactites to fall just as ryn cleaved his latest opponent in half in the coliseum, when the shower of stone snapped the drow back to the present as a massive slab reached through the building housing the mother brain and skewered it causing a massive rift in the psychic influence. in the confusion and once the drow realized he ran for an exit to be met with ilithid slavers sending blasts in all directions as the panic reached them. before he knew it he cut through all three in front of him, grabbed the keys and heaved them at the band of nearest slaves including drow, deep gnome, and even bugbear and goblin who were chained together. He raised the bloody sword, pointed to the keys and screamed " if you refuse to be food, prove it and fight!" as he went for the nearest slavers to repeat the process over and over again until it became self sustaining. as prisoners began flooding over their previous captors in a blood lust ryn was somehow able to direct them to a tunnel exit where they managed to escape into the Menzoberranzan wilds. As the groups began to naturally group off to make their way to respective homes or new lives, Ryn knowing there was no place he could be safe down here asked if any of the drow had memories of surface raids and directions of which tunnels to take to get there. his luck once again pulled throuh as a young ranger who he recognized from a few years among his ranks, told him of a way he once took to reach said goal.
after drawing a crude diagram with major landmarks so he wouldnt get lost he spent the better part of a year surviving looking for adjoining tunnels around said map to lead him to his new fate. and after 10 months, not so long in the scope of the drow but caustically lonely, he managed to find a cave system that lead out and could tell immediately as the air began to thin and a chill he wasnt used to due to the geothermal heat. he arrived outside into a cold dessert night in the plains he later learned were named parthage. after two days of travel on foot he collapsed and was picked up by a gladiator troop coming back from a slave auction and took him in as a runaway. taught the basics of common to communicate he was a deadly combatant and was justly rewarded with plenty of food and rest when injured. but this new life was not to be his, the nightmares never stopped and he knew that sooner than later the spider would catch up with him and the people caught in between would be the ones to pay the price. So he turned his winnings in for a small arsenal on top of a proud warhorse he named after his father figure to help remind him what it was he was here for. His direction proved fruitless as the elements bore down on him and his new horse companion before seeing a forest refuge to the north and changing course to get some relief from the blazing orb that graced his new home each day
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