Post by demonwithin on Jun 22, 2015 21:18:01 GMT -6
Deamon and his family were out in the village market for food when a group of bandits invaded the town. His mother was killed along with the rest of the villagers and he was taken as a slave. His appearance marked him as a trophy slave until he began showing proficiancy in stealth. They trained him as a thief then he quickly rose to become an assassin at a very early age. Shortly after entering his teens they targeted a city, he was out on a routine pick pocket assignment when he targeted a seemingly unsuspecting woman. Just as he expertly cut the leather ties holding her coin purse she spun on her heel and in one fluid motion dropped him to the ground. The city guard, alerted by the commotion, ran over and snatched Deamon up. They were preparing to haul him off to jail when the woman called the head of the patrol over. After a brief discussion he returned, telling the other guard that Deamon was to be released into her custody. Once the guards released him Deamon saw the woman had dropped her guard, he pulled his dagger and swiftly approached, aiming to end her in one stroke. At the last second she spun on him and again deflected his attack. This time when he hit the ground and looked up he found himself wondering when she had drawn her sword and where did she even get that sword since he was sure she wasn't wearing one. The woman stare3d intently at De3amon for what seemed an eternity, her Elven features appeared harsh as she scrutinized him. Keeping her sword at his throat, she kneeled down and looked directly into his eyes. "You have two choices before you, young demon spawn, one, you can die right here on this spot, your body will get tossed out to the carion birds. Or, you can come with me and I'll teach you the ways of the blade. A fire lit in Deamon's eyes as he considered the possibility of facing off against her again. The woman sttod up and offered Deamon her hand, "good I'm glad to see you've chose to join us, it will be interesting to see how you do. By the way, my name is Liria Valthorin, I run the House of Flowers. After training for years with Liria and countless sparring sessions, Deamon set out in search of the bandits that had enslaqved him and killed his family.
