Born to an unfortunate human in the slums of one of the Southern cities, Rhasan isn't sure which, Rhasan was without the basic necessities from the very start.
Raised in a community of women who , in order to survive, pooled thier resources, Rhasan knew only that he had 10-11 'mothers', never quite sure which was really
his own. His heritage only began to cause him trouble as he advanced in age, about the age of 10. Having begun to venture out of the protective umbrella of the 'mothers'
protection, he found the prejudice against himself virulent and violent.
Using his innate talents , he was able to escape from those who sought to cause him harm. He became so adept that he realized that these skills offered him opportunies
not available to others.
Feeling great satisfaction as he stole into and out of the rooms and bedchambers of the rich , baubles and coins in his purse. Living better than he'd ever dreamed he could,
Rhasan grew over confident: he stole a small jewelled chalice from an aged antiquarian name Taman Bleni. The pursuit was instant and merciless. Always a mere step ahead of
death, Rhasas fled across the land, always pressed North towards the conflict zones. Finally, in a dark alley, his pursuer, a woman caught up with him.
"Can't we make a deal?" Rhasa asked his implacable hunter, breathless.
"The time for deals is over." she responded, her voice soft as silk.
"Ah well, Rhasan sighed, resigned to his fate, "I'd rather bounce you between the sheets..." his dagger was already embedded in her shoulder before his words were
finished, he sword out , seeking her blood.
With a grunt, the woman took the dagger and met Rhasan's blade with her own, quickly pushing for advantage. Silent except for the occasional grunt and gasps of breath, the combat
continues for many moments. Finally, Rhasan's luck carried the day. The woman's blade, after a clever turn of the wrist, was about to bite into Rhasan's neck, when the thief's
heel caught a slick cobblestone, causing him to pitch on his back, the killing blow snicking by this nose by a hairs breadth.
From his back, Rhasan lunged up, sheathing his blade deep in the woman's belly, twisting it to maximize the damage.
"Ahhhhhhh" she sighed as she abruptly sat down, looking amazed at the blade emerging from her belly.
She looked up at Rhasan, opened her mouth to say something, but only blood emerged. Her eyes faded and her chin settled deep on her chest.
Blowing a breath out between pursed lips, Rhasan quickly searched the woman, finding her sword and dagger of better quality than his own. He also freed her of a nice quality
cloak, bound to be of use here in the chillier northern climes.
Spending a few days ensuring that no other pursuit was imminent, Rhasan hoped Bleni was not going to send any more hounds after him.
Moving on to another city, Rhasan kept to the tree line adjacent to the road. That allowed him to see the orcs before they saw him.
Climbing a nearby tree for a better vantage point, he watched the raiders from the branches.
A sound from the road, turned him around.
A large wagon, pulled by six of the biggest horses Rhasan had ever seen.
A dwarf held the reigns, heavily armored as they ususally were.
The back of the wagon was covered, something large and bulky therein.
A squad of rough looking warriors walked alongside the wagon.
Rhasan looked from wagon to the orcs laying in wait, and a decision was quickly made. Taking a dagger from his boot, he tossed it down with a flick of the wrist, it's sharp
blade thudding into the wood beside the dwarf's meaty thigh.
The dwarf, looked down at the dagger, then up at the trees where is came from.
[i]"Cool customer"[/b] thought Rhasan , standing up on his branch so the dwarf could see him. Pantomiming orc faces and besital action, while pointing ahead, Rhasan hoped
the dwarf understood.
Rhasan endured the dwarf's scowling regard until the dwarf nodded, and drew the wagon slowly to a stop. One of the warriors trotted up to inquire as to the nature of the stop.
A quick discussion ensued, including a few gestures toward Rhasan's location.
Finally, a decision was made and the warrior turned, collected a number of the others and melted into the woods.
After some time, the warrior and the others returned from down the road, all accounted for.
With a curt gesture, the dwarf signalled for Rhasan to come down. Jumping down, Rhasan stepped out onto the road and approached the wagon.
The dwarf looked at him for a few moments, then with a nod to the fore, clucked the reins and got the wagon moving again.
Rhasan watched as the wagon slowly moved down the road, the warriors continuing their perimeter.
Then with a smile, Rhasan trotted up beside the dwarf and with a jaunty salute, set out in advance of the wagon....
