<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2DxvV45.png)<br/></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Tevreh Gnelm</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=956029)</span><br/><br/>Tevreh was born to the Black Hand tribe and for that alone they hated her. Half-Orc's were weak and she was not going to be the first to prove them wrong. She might tower over them, but she was never able to match them for strength and savagery. She tried, she desperately wanted to be able to live up to her heritage but she always fell short. She was a little smarter than her kin, but what Orc respected brains?<br/><br/>She was a Half-Orc, filled with half worthless blood.<br/><br/>The Black Hand still had a use for their weak though, for they had a way to power that other Tribes did not. The Demoness Shariel had been captured by the orcs long ago, weighed down with iron chains that burnt her flesh and dragged about by the brutish tribe she was bled and her blood fed to those too weak to refuse it. It robbed them of their will but gave them incredible strength in return, enough that they could be used as a living siege weapons by the Black Hand when they came upon a target too tough to take by force alone.<br/><br/>When the Black Hand came across the Dwarven Mountain hold of Brokdan they needed that power. Dwarfs did not give holds away easily and the mindless demon blooded were the only way they'd survive the hail of bolts approaching it. The weak were dragged to the suffering chained body of Shariel to drink and Tevreh was among them this time. She drank and for the first time in a long while the Demoness smiled, for it had found blood it could finally work with. Malleable human blood, with ambition and cunning. It flooded Tevreh's mind with power, that fleck of intellect stretched out into something and filled with some of the Demon's own cruel tricks. She didn't need urging to want to take swift, brutal revenge against her kin for what they were doing to her and the Demoness laughed as she finally got her own little revenge against her captors.<br/><br/>The Black Hand fled from Tevreh rather than have themselves torn apart by her magic and Shariel reached out to whisper into Tevreh's ear of the power she could give. But she had made a mistake, Tevreh's mind was sharp now and she was thinking fast and one realization she came too quick was anyone stupid enough to make a deal with a demon would pay for it in the end. She wouldn't be Shariel's pawn, but she granted it a death so it could return to its plane. It would be her last act of mercy to a demon.<br/><br/>Without a clan she found a brief respite with the Dwarves who she'd been set to attack who had eventually been convinced she had some good intention in scaring off the Black Hand. She learned a little from them, but moved on when it was clear she'd overstayed her welcome with a mind constantly fizzling with new ideas. She felt adrift from who she was but hungry to learn who she could become. If she could crush some of the demons that had so gleefully poisoned her kin and tried to set the world against itself along the way then all the better.