Nathe was born to a
human mother that hated him as the spawn of his father, their
Drow overlord. As soon as she could, she handed Nathe off to the other half-breeds of his home city of Eryndlyn. They kept Nathe alive until he learned to take care of himself, but that was all the humanity he would experience in the
Underdark.
At a young age, Nathe was pulled from the crowd and assigned to take part in the gladiatorial pits. Bloodshed, survival, and showmanship became his life. Though he hated the senseless killing, sadly, he became quite good at it. Nathe was often pitted against slaves that were several years his senior from races that were larger than him. Nathe, however, used his showy, almost dance-like style to evade and wear his opponents down. The small cuts drawn to keep himself alive were seen as cruelty for the blood hungry
Drow that watched the matches. Nathe was sickened by the cheering and hungry stares at the death he left in his wake.
Divine Intervention
One day, nearing his twentieth year, Nathe awoke sullenly to dress for yet another spectacle of blood and death. After strapping on his leather armor, he went to his short sword and found a second sword that looked like a shadowy replica of the first. As he touched the sword, Nathe had, what could best be describes as, a religious experience. In the vision he experienced, Nathe was introduced to the goddess
Eilistraee. The idea of a
Drow deity absent of malice and hatred opened Nathe’s mind to ideas completely contrary to what he had lived up until this point. Ideas like being surrounded by people who are not sadistic psychopaths. When he returned to consciousness, Nathe was covered in blood and somehow outside of the gates to Eryndlyn. He ran into the Underdark seeking his freedom.
Escaping into the Light
Nathe of wandered through the darkness of the labyrinthine Upperdark, sometimes accidentally stumbling into the Middledark, for years, fighting all manner of beasts and monstrosities. Eventually, Nathe made his way to the edge of the World Above. He spent several more years at on precipice freedom adjusting his eyes to the bright light coming from the sky before finally venturing out. He came upon a town along the Sword Coast, a strange terrain feature he'd never seen before that point, that was being terrorized by a couple of Gauths. The people of the town seemed to have no clue of the difference between Beholders and Gauths. After fighting off the aberrations the townsfolk praised and thanked him. Nathe was unaccustomed to that feeling. Years of almost no social interaction had left him with nothing but his stories of his wanderings of the twisted tunnels of the Underdark, and these townsfolk seemed rabidly insistent for these stories. He was happy to find out that the sacks of metal he had taken off of the corpses of duergar and
Drow he had slain to maintain his freedom was accepted for the delicious, non-mushroom based foods and places to stay as he journeyed out into this world with the vast void overhead.
