When I was 9 and Migroo (my brother) was 12, we were sold as slaves,
or "the draft" if you will, to Fehrago the Assassin. I changed my name
to Nightstealth, for I wished silent death on my captors. Migroo was
exactly the opposite of silent and deadly. Ferahgo's men provoked me
to fight, knowing they could whoop me. I knew their game and never gave
in, making me silent, but very deadly. Migroo gave me an old sword he
found, so I cleaned and sharpened it. I was amazed at what a fine
blade it was, and I practiced every day, til I was IMHO the best
swordsbeast in Ferahgo's horde. I also worked on my sneaking, which
came naturally to me. In one battle I deflected an dagger from
hitting Klitch, Fehrago's son. Klitch thought highly of me after that,
although he tried not to show it. You've probably heard of the horde's
adventures as we marched on Salamandastron. I was never on the front
lines in the battles; I prefer hit and run tactics. After the tunnel
incident, Klitch!
picked me to be in his elite squad of fighters to try to capture some
hares. We got two, but one started to get away, so I grabbed her and
tried to force her to the ground, then she bit my hand! I usually
don't let my prey get away that easily, so I chased after her, only to
recieve an arrow in my already wounded hand! It's good, though, that
it wasn't my sword hand, or else I'd have been mad! As it was, I
bandaged my hand and rested up, only to be alerted that Migroo had let
the prisoners escape, and was killed! I wasn't heartbroken or soft or
nuthin, but he was my brother and the last of me known kin. I got over
it quick, though, when I noticed the badger was coming out to fight us!
I knew I could skewer him, so when the time came I was ready. I
gripped my sword and prepared to run him through...when one of me own
mates must've hit me on the back of the head, cause next thing I
remember, I was layin there wonderin what that white badger was doin on
the shore...WHITE! BADGER!?! I layed low until a whole lot of shrews and other
goodbeasts came past. I wondered what was going on. How long had I
been unconscious? Maybe Fehrago took over the mountain, and an army of
goodbeasts was there to attack it...I don't know... Whatever the case,
I'm gettin outta here!!! I swiped a shrewboat real quick-like an
paddled as hard as I could. After like two hours I was gettin
tired...and then I spotted a galley! "Ahoy there!" I said. They took
me on board and asked me a lot of questions. When they were sure I
wasn't a spy, they gave me the rare privilege of joinin the Imperial
Navy Serving Ublaz. After I put down one of their best men in a
swordfight, I was favored by all. I thought,"This is the life for
me...I'll become a wanderer!" After "the Navy" dissipated, I decided
to become a roaming mercenary, loyal to all vermin commanders I come
across, but always making my own decisions.
Nightstealth -the silent, yet ambitious; the mercenary, yet loyal; the
born fighter, yet not -too- serious. Sound like a contradiction? To
me, it all makes perfect sense...
