Yuliy Silverstream

I've never had anyone close to me. The vague memories of my childhood that my rotting mind preserves have been flowers wilted in my claws, birds dead at my feet and rivers run dry as my pads sunk the muddy floor. Death has always been my closest companion...so much so that I became the undead myself. I dont remember my turning, nor who gave me my curse. Maybe it was a hexer whom I angered with youthful arrogance. Maybe a feral beast with an infectious bite. Whatever it was I hold no grudge, the old me has died and I know who I am now...I have no interest in perusing old memories. My oldest memory is waking on the streets of shadycreek. The cold and sharp smelling air waking me from what feels like in my memory a coma. Everything before that awakening felt like before birth. All black and calm. Sometimes I crave that darkness again to take me into its folds. Old blood stained my over sized cotton shirt the threads of the fabric expanded out in the spots that had soaked up the possibly days old blood sprayed upon it. Most people who had passed me on the street probably supposed me for dead. It wasn't uncommon to find a body used for bait or even just as an example on the streets of my hometown. I knew the atrocities I had committed though...I tasted the sharp and tangy iron in my maws and the rush it filled me with upon waking was enough to force bile from my insides and onto the dirt and sleet stricken streets.

Upon my rousing and mustering the strength to stand i stumbled my way ,blurry and practically drunken on my bodies new condition, back to my small home. I cleaned the signs of blood and bile from my extremities and burned the shirt in its entirety vowing never to wear white upon my already staining flesh again, dark red would hide my shame.I sat in front of the flames alone that night thinking with all my might on what might have occurred and why nothing beyond the hours that had passed were accessible to my mind. I was given no satisfactory memory to prove my guilt or innocence I was left in the dark...but it was less then comforting this time. As the hours passed in the night the flames twisted before me as cold radiated from them and an eye shaped itself in the flames as its form was fleeting and untraceable in the thick smoke and bright light. Yet, I could feel his presence. Vecna. The betrayer god of whom now chose me to be in his wake. I felt dread upon his choice of me. I wanted something good in my new life to arise so i could help people. Yet, instead i was being forced into servitude to a god whom I never felt allegiance towards. None the less I rose the next morning as Yuliy and prepared to embrace my new way of life. Months of surviving in Shadycreek as I relearned my surroundings and how to function in daily life brought me many hardships as well as blessings. I gained my good companion Fi and my trusted comfort from my pan flute. Yet good times do not last in places I linger too long ive noticed. For the town one eve was wrought with bloodshed from a pack of beasts the like I had never seen...at least to the extent of my knowledge. I vowed to save anyone I could in the town not wanting to see further bloodshed that was without necessity but the small families guard forced anyone in decent shape to join them fighting these horrendous creatures on the frontlines. Ill never forget the town burning around me, the want to rush in and pull families out but the warm hand of a stranger dragging me away. I was dragged past hundreds of citizens who were bleeding out and consumed or running around screaming as flames licked the open wounds on there bodies. I could have helped. I could have healed. yet life once again surrounded me with death and I was chosen to produce more onto these beasts. The screams haunt me... Now as the repair of my broken home is underway I have decided to leave it. Knowing well my presence here would only bring another attack...possibly a worse one...I have packed all my needed things and am prepared to set out to the furthest place from north I can get to.