Living in a small forest with his family, Tuley roamed with ease and
confidence. His father and mother were always supportive of his commanding
ways, so he never thought twice about them. A deep seething desire to lead
and rule had always been part of his heart, and he forced the younger
children to treat him as such. As he grew older, he grew stronger. He
trained with sticks and stones, studied the few books his father had in the
study. He focused on making his mind and his body as sharp as they could
be. During his twlfth year, a roaming circus stayed near his small forest.
Tuley and his parents paid the copper it took to get in, and enjoyed the
mediocre show. After, they stayed for the small feast the locals had
provided for the circus thanking them for coming and providing the
entertainment. The wine flowed and the food was good. Tuley woke with a
horrific headache. Slowly opening his eyes, he found he was caged. Trapped
within a carriage made for taking animals from one town to the next.
Grabbing at the bars, he tried to shake them. They were sturdy and hard. A
human saw he was awake and walked up to his cage, smiling. "Hello, Slith.
You will be happy to know that you are officially apart of the circus! You
will be a strong man, and ooh and ahh the people of Thera!" And so it was.
Tuley was forced to train harder than he had ever before, given no wage and
hardly any food. His life rotted like an apple, slowly withering to
despair. His first few attempts at escape lead to nothing but disaster and
beatings. Upon his seventeenth year, the circus had stopped nearly
Seringale, a large town that was bound to pay well. Ruduin, his captor,
flaunted his wares and was paid handsomely for it. During the show, one of
the lion tamers saw an opportunity and ran to Dagnir, the enforcer of law.
He yelled about the slavery and the beating, tried to tell him about how we
were ki dnapped, but he was dragged off by the enforcers halfway through.
Luckily, Dagnir decided that this warranted a search of the circus, and a
questioning of all performers. Tuley was freed, cast out to fend for
himself for the first time in his life. He beggared for a time, asking the
folk of Seringale to feed him or gi ve him a small amount of coins so he
could feed himself. One day, begging on the east main street, Cavan, the
guardian of the warrior guild saw him.
Cavan took him in, fed him, clothed him, gave him a place to sleep, and a
weapon to train with. He set Tuley down a path of fighting and focus. One
of dedication and training. But above all, one of power and leadership. F
Description:
Before you stands a small Slith. His scaled head is wide, curving out near the back to make it appear spade-like. Eyes stare at you, searching for weakness. Nostrils flare in and out as he breathes deeply, proudly. A long neck arcs from his head to broad shoulders. A broad chest thickens and narrows in rhythm with his nostrils. Strong arms flex as he moves with an unbelievable smoothness. His scales are dark and flaking, giving him a dirty look. A stride that exudes pure confidence belongs to this Slith. He slides away, leaving a sense of damnation.