Final Plea of the Broken

[RatFromTheTrash 98]

In the ancient realm of Almaris, on a fateful night in Nor'asath, when darkness blanketed the land, a baby Maehr was born into a world teetering on the edge of chaos. This child, named Uhier, carried a weighty purpose of his name - ‘To Seek.’

 

The first years of Uhier's life were seemingly ordinary, akin to any other Maehr child at the time. He reveled in the love of his Clan and family, finding solace in the confines of his cozy room and the companionship of his loyal animal friends. But fate had a cruel twist in store for young Uhier.

 

When he reached the tender age of six, a seemingly innocent hunting trip with his mother turned into a nightmare that would forever haunt him. Amidst the solemn act of making an offering to Votar, the Spirit of the Hunt, an unforeseen malevolence intervened. A woman, her blonde hair contrasting sharply with her dull blue eyes, abruptly snatched Uhier by his hair, tearing him away from his distraught mother. A dagger pressed against his throat, his innocence shattered at the hands of a stranger. Though he managed to escape her clutches, the trauma etched its mark on his soul, forever shadowing his every step.

 

Two years later, as Uhier frolicked through the streets of Nor'asath with his mother, a sinister omen befell them. His Uncle Namo fell victim to an inexplicable horror. Blood, crimson and merciless, poured from Namo's eyes, mouth, nose, staining the once-vibrant ground with macabre intensity. Helpless and wide-eyed, the eight-year-old Uhier bore witness to this nightmarish spectacle, his youthful innocence waning in the face of such brutality.

 

But the onslaught of adversity was far from over. Around the age of ten, a relentless wave of Mori attacks ravaged their homeland. Forced to abandon their cherished home, Uhier and countless others became refugees, constantly haunted by the looming threat of annihilation. In the midst of this turmoil, Uhier found brief respite, an eerie calm before the next storm, his mind consumed by the relentless anticipation of the next onslaught.

 

  By the time he reached thirteen, Almaris succumbed entirely to the relentless tide of darkness. Uhier sought refuge in the depths of the underground, spending the year navigating the caves. Within the confines of the subterranean realm, he offered aid in the clinic, witnessing the gradual descent of his friend Blume into madness, a helpless bystander to her deteriorating sanity. Emerging from the depths, Uhier divided his time between The Hunters Lounge and The Mothers Grove camp, shouldering the responsibility of caring for the other children despite his tender age of fourteen.

 

At fifteen, he faced yet another perilous encounter. A Throqal attack left him on the precipice of death, scars etching his left side as a permanent reminder of that harrowing day. These relentless trials, one after another, accumulated, festering like open wounds in his mind, robbing him of childhood joys, eroding trust in others, and erasing his faith in himself.

 

 

During those formative years, from six to thirteen, Uhier sought solace in the numbing embrace of drugs and alcohol. In his darkest moments, he sought refuge within the inebriation that dulled the pain, both in the company of others and in the depths of solitude.

 

But fate had a twisted sense of irony. One day, as Uhier sat alone beneath the boughs of the wishing tree, a pale elfess appeared before him. Showing an ancient power, she offered to resolve a trivial matter, but it was her enigmatic abilities that captivated him. Intrigued by the otherworldly force she commanded, they engaged in conversation, and she extended an audacious offer to Uhier. Sensing an opportunity, he accepted without much hesitation, perhaps a show of foolishness, perhaps wise, sealing their deal amidst the murky swamps that harbored sinister creatures.

 

 As she extended her hand, he grasped it firmly, and suddenly, he found himself submerged in an abyss of silence. A haunting voice reverberated through the depths of his mind, echoing relentlessly, demanding one thing above all else—"EYES. WE DEMAND EYES." The voice pierced his consciousness, igniting an insatiable desire, an obsession with the divine. The shackles of his traumatic past, which had hindered him from so much, shattered like the ocean's depths parting. With an unwavering resolve, he returned the following day, once again accepting the elfess' outstretched hand. They demanded his sacrifice, and she presented him with a wicked stiletto dagger.

 

At the age of eighteen, Uhier made a choice that defied reason and defiled his own flesh. He severed his own eyes, plunging himself into darkness, a testament to his unwavering dedication to his newfound obsession.

 

Thus, he continued his journey, a man consumed by his insatiable thirst for power and divine understanding. He pretended to be fine, concealing his pain beneath a stoic facade. But when left alone in the suffocating embrace of darkness, blind to the world around him, he reached his depths. In the confines of his room, at a mere nineteen years of age, he tilted his head skyward, yearning for guidance from the celestial bodies above—a final plea to the divine entities responsible for his suffering, a plea for control. With fervent desperation, he implored these capricious beings to grant him the power to bestow upon others the despair that had befallen him, to show the ignorant masses the true nature of their fortune. If the divine had chosen him as a vessel for such anguish, the least they could offer in return was the means to share it with the world.

Edited July 4, 2023 by RatFromTheTrash