Story Of Odd

My name is Gwen but for most of my life people have always called me Odd and the name has kind of stuck. As a human woman who is now well trained in the Rogue arts I guess it fits in a way. Born in Storm Wind I am the only daughter of a noble family, no one ever thought my life would have taken the path it did. Shaped by circumstances beyond my control, and my reactions to them, my life was a spiral that was mostly downhill. Within these pages is detailed my life, my deeds, my failures, and my tragedies. I hope who ever finds this and reads it leaves with a knowledge that they will find useful, or that at least they are entertained.

I will start off with my early years. As a young girl my life was no different from any other noble child's. My nanny tried hard to keep up with me but it rarely worked. I was a spoiled brat and very demanding. My studies often lacked because I am smarter than most, so my tutors were a waste of air in my young eyes. I grew up learning all the basic needed skills of fishing, cooking, and of course fighting. Even girls learn this early in times of war it seems. From birth until my early teen years of age my life was really unremarkable.

On my thirteenth birthday my family celebrated with bon fires and jubilation. My father took it upon himself to announce my chosen path as a Priestess, how funny that no one ever asked me. This started a rebellion in me that quickly led to the first dark patch in my life. I made my dislike for this decision known loudly and caused embarrassment for my family. My father publicly punished me with a lashing that to this day sticks in my mind. Though the pain brought tears and blood for my crime it also brought hatred and a deep anger I would carry for years. The anger took the pain away but the humiliation was hard for me to bear. Even as a child walking the streets I was picked on about it from that moment on, but I guess that was the point wasn't it, Father?

I started my Priestess training soon after. How soon after I do not recall but I do remember my body still bearing marks of the lashing so it was not to long. I only gave the whole thing a half hearted effort. I always desired to be a great Warrior, but if I had ended up being a greater Warrior than my father, with me a woman, it would have shamed him. He would never allow it. So a Priestess it was for me. My teacher was a tall and handsome human Priest. He had a gentle tone to him but easily got annoyed with my dislike for the whole situation. There was always something about him that I feared deep inside. Like the dark, even if your not scared of it you still fear it in the dead of night when a twig snaps. Looking back now, I probably knew inside what was on its way but just could not put my very young and innocent finger on it.

One afternoon my teacher and I were standing beside the pools near the gates of the great city completing my lessons. It was a hot day and in that gully there was no breeze. I asked my teacher if I could remove my robes, having light armor under I thought nothing about it. My teacher, whose name was Ronin, told me to go ahead. By his tone I knew he was cross about the whole situation. We had been at this for hours and I could really care less. I took up my stance again and tried hard to concentrate my energy, if I could create just one spell he would leave me alone I thought. I was dead wrong. When I opened my eyes I could see him stepping closer to me and when he ran his hand over the small of my back all of my hair stood up. No one had ever touched my skin like that. I pulled away quickly and said I was done and wanted to go home.

I followed Ronin as he briskly walked to my door, it was normal for him to give my father a daily report on my progress. I vaguely remember the words, but I do know what he said to my father sent chills through my body. Ronin informed my father I needed more intensive training, I lacked the gift, and suggested I move into the student and guest quarters in his home. I tried in vein but my father agreed and I was only allowed the barest of essentials before starting my full time student life. My fear of Ronin grew, because now I had proof there was more to him than just a teacher.

When we arrived at his home, which was on the other end of the city, I was tired and scared. His home was large and his servants quick on their feet like beaten dogs often are. His housekeeper showed me to my room. Room was a joke, it was like a cell with walls instead of bars. No windows, no color, just bare walls and a small cot. Again my anger took over and I did not allow myself to cry. I hated my father with every breath in me. I sat on my cot and stewed on it awhile, until the call came for supper.

I was hungry and followed the call to the kitchen. There at a couple of large tables sat all of the staff and I found a spot and squeezed in. The food was delicious and the round cook took pride in telling everyone how it was done. I remember looking around and seeing no young people like me. So I asked about the other students. The room fell silent. I was told that students never came to the house, only me. My heart raced again, what did he want with me?

As a girl I dreamed of marriage, a nice home, giving myself to a man I loved, the whole happily ever after dream. As I found out later that night, fairy tales are just fairy tales and nothing more.

Ronin entered my room in the dead of night and had control of me before I could move. I screamed out and he laughed, I knew no one would help, they were all scared of him too. I felt helpless as he pushed my robes up. When they were off over my head he just stared at me, I could see his mouth watering and the crazed look in his eyes. Grabbing my throat he pushed me to the wall and told me if I did not want his Priest training then I would take other training and like it. I fought him hard but as he squeezed my throat tighter the room started to spin and my legs went weak. I screamed out again as the pain shook me back to reality. Pressed against the cold wall, my legs spread wide with him between them, I felt his cock forcing its way inside my tight dry womb. The burning tearing, ripping pain was more than I could take so I turned to my anger to get me through it.

For many days he kept me locked in that cell. He visited many times a day and each was the same. He took my body until it bled and was so painful I could barely move. I hated men at this point, all men. I wanted to kill Ronin, I just did not know how. He had taken my innocence and my pride, but I would get my pride back. Ronin was a fool and thought my fear would keep me around, so my meals were still in the kitchen with the others. I hated them also, they knew yet did nothing. The maids would give me herbs and teas to help, and salves for my abused womanhood. What good was all that then.

One afternoon as I helped clean up from supper I slipped out the doorway under the cover of night. With as much stealth as I could I made my way out of the city and into the forest. To this day I have never been back there, but I will soon, which is why I write this. On that night I ran, and I ran, away from the cities of humans where I thought I would be found. After several weeks on the road and lots of stealing along the way I found myself in the cities of Dwarves. I may have only been 14 years in age, but it did not matter then. I was on my own and I had to survive. I was no longer innocent, and never would be again.