My name is Dim Mak and I am a half elf. It was said that my mother was the most beautiful girl in her tribe. Her hand was sought by many young suitors from the tribe. One evening during an elven slave raid my mother was brutally raped and left for dead. After that no man would have my mother not only because her purity was taken but also because she cared a bastard.
Her father’s drunken uncle finally claimed the girl as his bride before I was born. They wed and I was born about three months later. My birth did not come about naturally it was induced by a beating my great uncle/adopted father gave my mother. My youth is a blur of the smell of alcohol and beatings. My elven features served as reminder to my great uncle/adopted father of my elven heritage and the fact that he had never managed to grow his seed within my mother. One evening he so madden by this that cut off the tips of my ears and scared my face to destroy my elvish features. When I was eleven I came home and found my mother dead and a drunken great uncle/adopted father standing over her with his hands covered in her blood. I grabbed a knife from somewhere and hide. I could tell by his staggered walk that he would soon pass out, so I waited. Once he was passed out I walked up to his bed and gutted him the way I had seen the butcher gut pigs. When I was finished I dropped the knife and I fled the village. I ran for the rest of the night and into the next day. I only stopped running when I passed out from exhaustion.
I awoke in a caged wagon, next to an ancient dwarf. The Ancient One, which is what I called the dwarf, taught me how to speak common in the many days it took us to arrive at the massive city. He told me we were destined for the elven fighting pits and that if I was to survive I most listen to him. He told me he was a monk from a far off monastery and that he could teach me how to fight, survive, quiet my mind and lay my past to rest. During our enslavement in the fighting pits he taught me the ways of his order and plotting our escape. We spent our days mediating and our nights working on a tunnel out of our prison.
I spent six longer years in that hell hole; the Ancient One only spent five. One morning I awoke and found that he had escaped without and had collapsed the tunnel behind him. I was stuck in the pits by myself. When the guards came to my cell that morning and found only me it I was taken from the cell and tortured. I told them everything I knew and still they would not stop. It felt like the beatings went on for days. When they were done with me I was placed in another cell, with no cell mate. Time moved on and I continued to practice what the Ancient One taught me and fight in the pits. It was announced that during the emperors’ birthday celebration there would be a grand tournament and the winner would win their freedom. The fights I fought during the tournament seemed too easy, like someone wanted me to make the last round. When I came out for the last fight, I was stunned at who I faced, it was the Ancient One. I went into a blind rage and I lunged at him, he was trying to say something to me as I beat the life out of him, but I would not listen. All I remember from the end of the fight is the guards pulling me off of the mangled remains of my once friend and master.
I remand in my cell for days after the match, waiting to be released. I soon figured out that elven guards had played me the fool. I am still not sure what game they were playing, if the Ancient One had escaped or not, if I had killed a friend or someone who betrayed me. Late one evening a beautiful elven female came to my cell and opened the door. She was crying and said she was sorry for what her kind had done to me and that she had bribed the guards for my freedom. She snuck me out of the city and left me in the desert with enough food and water to make it to the closet human settlement. I asked her why she was doing this for me and she said it was because it was the right thing to do. I never found out her name or really why she did what she did…….
