Aez is a Drow who refused to kill. He ran away and is currently hiding out. Drow live in the Underdark. Deep underground. He is shirtless, semi buff, wearing leather pants, now torn, have been threaded with enchanted thread to make his steps silent. Enchanted emerald Armbands contain the phylactery of a FireHawk, increasing his vision in the dark. He is barefoot so he can feel the vibrations of other creatures more acutely, and so that his own steps are quiet without his pants. The emerald on his belt is used to summon/dismiss his DireWolf companion(not shown).
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A voice came in through the dream- z.. az… Aez.. "Aez! Get up Aez, they are coming!" Aez jolted upwards. His head was pounding. Had he tripped? Drow hunters never trip. He stood up, and starting running after the little imp running from him, trying to clear his head……. 


75 years ago: A young priestess gives birth to a baby boy. “Ugh, another worthless male. You can keep it, Jourlene.” Jourlene, the young attendant, had never been blessed; therefore, she had little magical prowess. So when she was stuck serving under Priestess Rehza, the queen despised her. Rehza had given birth to 13 males, 7 of which were currently attending Melee-Magthere, training to be warriors. Three of them Rehza had killed as soon as they were born, in sacrifice to the Spider-Queen.  The other two were serving as playthings for lower ranking Priestesses in Arach-Tinilith(the Priestess academy). 


Aez grew to maturity quickly. Luckily, even lowly Jourlene had more power than the Weaponsmaster, as he was only a male. She ordered Aez to be trained as a hunter and tracker from the moment he could walk. He could tell the distance, direction, and pace of a goblin, just from the sound of its single echoing step. He was given a direwolf as a companion when he turned 25, entering Melee-Magthere at the same time.  He was not the best swordsman, though he was able to elude and sense most of the other competitors; he placed very well in his matches. During his time at Melee-Magthere, Rehza rose to the rank of Matriach of House Zin-Zamar.  Aez hoped this would gain him some higher privilege and respect; while he cared for Jourlene, he had always hoped for a better life, and knew that Rehza was the only one who could give it to him. After graduating Melee-Magthere, he approached Rehza, asking for a chance at being promoted to Lead Tracker. Unbeknowst to him, Rehza had given birth to her 24^th male that day, and was in a terrible mood. She lashed out at him with her whip, screaming to be left alone. When he returned to his room, he found Jourlene missing. After consulting with the Weaponsmaster, he discovered she had been ordered to another House, after delivering one of Rehza’s male children. 


1 Year later: Aez and Zaerrok silently pad along a pitch black passageway. He brushed his right hand across the emerald on his left arm-band. Smiling,he pats the top of Zaerrok’s head, and the direwolf springs off into the distance. The hunting party behind Aez halts. They knew that their leader had found something. A minute passed, two minutes, 5 minutes passed, and their suspicions were confirmed when they heard a vicious roar followed by a pitiful squeal. Aez signaled to the band and took off running. Even in a full sprint, he has completely silent. Not even a whisper of the wind in his long white hair could be heard.  Aez arrived to see Zaerrok sitting atop a small winged demon. The Imp they had been sent to retrieve. The Imp, Bael, was crying disgustingly. His sulfuric tears hit the ground sizzling, leaving it pockmarked as they melted away. Trrul, Rehza’s eldest, was the second to arrive. “It's time to finish this. Aez, kill this worthless demon!” Aez was taken aback, but he knew better than to show it. “Matron Rehza’s orders were to return WITH Bael.” “Plans change, Aez.”  Aez stared at Bael in dumb silence. He knew he wouldn’t kill Bael. They knew Aez wouldn’t kill him. Rehza knew he wouldn’t kill him. He was a tracker, not a killer. He had never killed before, and he hadn’t planned on it. There were many before that had been forced into this “test”. He knew what would happened if he didn’t pass. He didn’t care. Trrul grinned, he knew what was coming. Aez bent down to pet Zaerrok. “So Aez, have you made your decision?” Aez nodded. “I won’t kill him, no matter his crimes.” “So be it.” Trrul sprang into action, just as the rest of the hunting party arrived. He spun a full 360 to his left, drawing his swords as his did so. A curving scimitar in his right hand, and a shorter dirk in his left. Aez was still barehanded, and even with his weapons, he was outmatched. He wielded only 2 long daggers, and a magical bracer that supplied him with throwing daggers. Aez snapped up, whipping out his arm, flinging dust and dirt into Trrul’s eyes. Trrul rushed forward, but Aez was gone. Trrul yelled out in frustration, knowing full well that if he couldn’t track Aez, nobody could. 


Aez was running, running fast, running silently, but where, he had not a clue. He hadn’t been out this far before. He grew tired of carrying Bael, and threw him to the ground. It was his fault that Aez was in this situation, he could fend for himself. Bael had other ideas; the Imp grabbed onto Aez’s leg. Down went Aez, smashing his head on a jutting ledge. 


  


Now he remembered. Stupid imp. He heard the footsteps. The Drow hunting band was coming in full. He dashed off, turning sharply when the tunnels twisted. After a few hours of running, he came to an underground lake. In the middle of the lake, there was an island with a tiny tower. He quickly swam to the tower, and finding it empty, he bunkered down. He hoped Trrul and the others wouldn’t find him. He wished his first kill wouldn’t have to be his own brother.


 


Will Trrul find him? Will Aez be able to escape the Underdark? Who owns the tower?