Trent Lormain

[destinysdesire]

Alright, so here I am writing out my life story in a place no one will ever see it, its supposed to be good therapy or so they say. So here it goes.

I was born to a poor family in Waterdeep, we had a small two room farmhouse and I vaguely remember having an older brother. The farm was rather run down and while we had a few animals it was nothing to talk about. Sadly my family was also strongly in debt. I can remember waking before morning each day to try and help my father run the minor parts of the farm that still functioned. One morning though I came out and father was speaking with two men. While their conversation was hushed even at the age of five I could tell that they were arguing. On spotting me one pointed at me and muttered something to my father. He seemed to nod to it for some reason and the men walked off. Father guiding me back to my chores as he went to his own. Later that day dad told me to go tend the cow and make sure it had its food. This was strange as I was never allowed in the run down barn on my own but I figured father was too busy. I wish I hadn't, that I had argued or acted scared, but I didn't. I obeyed his orders and headed to the barn where the old cow was grazing on her afternoon hay meal. The next thing I knew is a sharp pain in the back of my head, and waking up in the back of a wagon far from home surrounded by other people and two guards.

A few days later we pulled into a new town. It was large and bustling with people milling about on their day. We stopped by an old warehouse and I was pulled out of the cart before it continued on its way. Inside was an older man standing and waiting as he eyed me up while talking to the man, asking if this was seriously the best he could do. The man could only nod and promise that I would be worth the money as he took a satchel from the man before shoving me infront of him. Looking him over the man was well groomed wearing a suit of charcoal and dark red in cloths and leathers with a dark dull obsidian for metals. He stood with the heir of a noble and scowled at me as if I was a rotten taste in his mouth. His hand reached down grabbing my hair at the scalp ripping me up to my feet, a pained hiss escaping me as he did. Soon after he dragged me from the warehouse to a large polished house.

We wound up in a room I came to know as the "Punishment Chamber" or the "Training Room" usually used for punishment or training. Inside he pulled out a collar as he had two of his staff hold me in place and shackled it tightly around my neck, I could feel something inside the collar biting into my neck, then having the staff shove me down he picked up something from one of the burners and placed it against my back left shoulder. I screamed in pain as I felt something burn into place. He held it for several long minutes ensuring that it would remain forever before removing it. Once done he attached a chain to the end and told his staff to release me, when they let go he tugged the chain pulling me from my feet as the pieces bit in further to my neck. I cried out in pain falling to my knees as I watched him chain me down, and had me completely stripped and scrubbed down. I felt humiliated and ashamed as he looked me over, muttering on how soft and weak I was, and how that was going to change. He noticed me looking at him and he seemed to suddenly grow very angry. Picking up the whip beside him I could hear nothing for the longest while short of my own screams and the painful cracks of the whip. Him repeating over and over that I was never to look up at anyone, that a slave should only ever look at the floor. I was barely conscious and rasping for breath by the time he stopped, I could feel blood soaking my tattered skin as I shook from the shock of the brutal beating. I heard him open the door as my vision blurred and I blacked out.

I woke some time later in another room, a woman beside me looking at me patiently, nervously I lowered my gaze which seemed to appease her as she said something along the lines of "I learn fast". The pain was gone for the time being and she told me to get up and dressed in the new clothes laid out for me. I tried to speak to her and quickly felt a painful sting as she struck me, ordering me not to speak without permission as she told me to dress once more. I quickly dressed and stood back in front of her. She soon identified herself as Cristen Malim and her husband was Reginald Malim, though I was simply to address them as Master and Mistress. I was permitted to ask her two questions. My first was of course, where was I? She told me I was in Neverwinter. My second question of course was when could I go home? She simply laughed at me and told me I was home, that as a slave I was here to serve for the rest of my life. I tried to argue, saying I wanted to go back to my real home and wasn't her slave as I felt pain rush through me once more, her hand barely touching me as I fell to the floor screaming in pain. She simply grinned down at me as I felt her lift me up and drop me on an alter. I heard her mutter a prayer to her goddess Loviatar and soon I was in more pain once again as she proceeded to physically beat me until I finally blacked out once more.

Waking up the next morning I was served a quick breakfast and told where to be and how to get there. I opened the door to a training room for combat. Looking around I found training dummies, archery targets, armors, weapons and in the center of the room I found Master Malim. He stood watching me and waiting. The moment I laid eyes on him he scowled at he before I lowered my gaze quickly to appease him. He walked over to me asking what my first mistake was. I managed to get the words out though I was nervous as I answered that I had looked at him. He told me I was correct and punched me in the gut before moving back to the center of the room and waited. After managing to pick myself up off the floor while wheezing I slowly made my way to the center of the room. He began detailing the training he wanted for me. He wanted a trained killer. One to fight and kill for him. One who would do as he said without hesitation. So the training began, hard and brutal.

Twelve years later little had changed. The beatings were constant but now they were more brutal and vicious. I was now seventeen and a proper adult by all things considered. I had more scars covering my body then I had time to count. My master was not overly cruel unless I failed him or disobeyed him. Then he had a temper to be feared. I worked hard often to ensure to never anger him. My mistress on the other hand, she was a cruel woman with a hunger for pain and torture. I tried often to avoid running into her though one night she made that impossible. I had been assigned a room of my own after showing enough loyalty and obedience that I didn't need to be watched constantly. I had undressed from the heavy armor and laid in bed and was nearly asleep when I heard the door creak open. I pretended to be asleep incase I was being checked up on and soon felt something sit on the side of my bed. I dared to peek to find my mistress on the side of my bed staring down at me and I could tell she knew I was awake. I won't entirely write that night out, simply because the pain of that night still haunts me, but it was my first time with a woman and not the last time she came to my room. Nor was she really gentle about it either, always leaving deep scratches and new bruises before she left.

Soon my master began prepping me to fight some other nobles warriors, I would quietly watched as the commoners would practically grovel before him and nobles agreed with his every word. The guards saw him as though he could do no wrong. My first fight was against a man nearly twice my size, both in literal height and in muscle. I tried my hardest but still lost the fight being unable to handle a man of his size and skills. My master was not impressed, I was lashed within minutes of getting home, my masters temper flaring over the two thousand gold he had lost in the bet, even if it was but minor change to him. I was left chained downstairs for the entire night battered and bleeding without a meal. By morning he came down with his mistress bidding her to heal me once more which she complied to him as ever. The second, third and fourth fights came and went, me failing each one as I learned to take on real opponents. The beatings for the failures became worse and worse. His temper growing with each lost bet as I began to fear my own well being in failure. By the time my fifth fight came around I feared for my own life if I failed. I could not risk it and pleaded with any god or demon listening to give me the strength to fight and win. I don't know if there was an intervention or not, but I managed to win. The fight was brutal and vicious but I gave no ground, pounding his head into the ground until my master called me off. He seemed pleased with this and for once I managed to stay in my own bed with a full hot meal. After my mistress left the room I slept peacefully till morning.

Nearly four years later I was still fighting, but now the fights were more brutal, and I was a much better fighter. My master was pleased with my progress but I was sick of him and the life I was living. For months I had been stashing away coins I would find and could sneak without him noticing and when on errands I would hide the coins. As I saw my opponent I grinned to myself finding humor, I knew all about this fighter. He was clumsy and weak, not really that smart either as I began piecing together how to turn this fight to my favor. I prepared as I began circling the fighter, taking fake swings that would throw him off balance more as I watched for my opening, lining up my target and my timing and praying I didn't screw it up. I watched carefully as the circle turned, this heavy lug barely a few feet infront of my master as I lunged him cutting at his ankle causing him to jump back and slam full force into my master. The moment both were down I ran for it, quickly stopping at a small hidden stone inlet and grabbing the meager gold coins I had and fleeing into Neverwinter Woods.

I could hear my master shouting for me, promising all sorts of severe punishments and to track me to the ends of the realm if I didn't come back right this second. I didn't doubt his words, but I wasn't going back either. I ran for hours, not stopping for a moment even with the pain ripping across my side and stomach, the fear of what he might do if he caught me was far worse. Eventually I collapsed in a field and passed out waking as I felt a boot nudging my side. I jolted fearing my master had caught me to see a guard of Waterdeep looking down to see if I was still alive. I apologized for the trespass and moved off into town and spotted a local blacksmiths. I asked him quietly what it might cost to cut it off and I nearly choked at the price. He wanted nearly seventy gold for it. I sighed handing him my pouch explaining it was all I had and he slowly accepted it before slowly burning the metal and cutting it free from my neck. I thanked him and moved to throw the collar into the forge, yet I could not. I was still his property and he was still coming for me. Spending a few hours I found out about a ship that was heading to Cormyr and with my master hot on my trail I offered my services to the boatman for passage to Cormyr. He was hesitant at first but slowly agreed and within the hour we pulled out of port. I was off to Cormyr, the name of the city of Arabel was rumored to be a good place to start over. Thus I set my sights on the city and never looked back. I will have to train long and hard to beat my master when he comes. I can only pray to be ready....

Trent Lormain.

[IronGauntlets]

Hello,

Please do not write distressingly graphic content into your backstory in public. At least censor it or gloss over it. Warn people. You're in a public space.

Thanks.