I posted it a couple weeks ago, but didn't see this thread up to now. It is the story with the background of the Centuria Obitus, so I'm not sure if it fits here. Yet, I link it, just in case. We have some more stories in our forums as well.
Please, if you think there are mistakes (grammar, AoC lore or anything) let me know. And excuse my bad English, I am not from any english-speaking country.
Bagasha's story: the birth of a killer
I was born in a wealthy family. My father was the governor of a province in Kithai. Before becoming governor he was the assistant of the Kithai ambassador in Aquilonia. During that period he met an Aquilonian who later became his wife. After few years he was appointed governor so they came back to Kithai and there I was born.
The province my father was in charge of was extremely dangerous, being on the borders of Kithai, and had to deal very often with attack from bandits, pirates and nomads. When I was 9 years old, the province was invaded by a barbaric tribe that destroyed everything was on their path. They used to kill all the adults and took the kids to sell them as slaves. The chief of this nomadic tribe was a huge and monstrous man, some says that he was more than 300 years old and the son of some god. He had dozen of wives but was never satisfied, so he used to have the first pick among all the girls they captured. Unfortunately only a few of these young girls survived the first days of marriage.
The barbarian reached the capital city of the province by night. It was a terrible fight. I still remember the screams and the blood. They killed my father while he was trying to protect me and my mother. Then they took my mother, raped her, and killed her right in front of my eyes.
I was taken, with all the others children, as prisoners, as goods to be sold to the best buyers. But I was not so lucky.
The chief saw me before they could put me on sale, and decided I was going to be his next wife. The first night was the worst nightmare one could imagine. It was so terrible that my black hair became white. But I survived., although I would rather have died. I became his favorite, and this gave me many privileges. But the violence I had to face almost every night changed me forever.
During those terrible years I had the chance to meet and know the head of the personal guard of the tribe’s chief. He was a very tough man, but was extremely gentle and kind with me. He told me that I reminded him his daughter, who was killed many many years ago. So I started to spend a lot of time with him, during the day, and he began to train me as a soldier. Since I was still very young, and I could hardly wield any weapon, he decided I had better to train with daggers. I was taught how to hide in shadows, how to move silently. I learned the making and the use of many poisons and became an expert in killing with daggers. I turned into an assassin.
The many years in such a captivity, with all the violence I had to stand, made me unfeeling and remorseless. At 16, after almost 7 years of this nightmare, I started to plan my escape. I managed to steal one of the training daggers from the armory, and that night I killed the chief, paralyzing him with a powerful poison that left him conscious and cutting his throat so that he could not scream and would die slowly, in front of my eyes. But the revenge did not taste sweet. I did not feel anything when he breathed his last breath.
In the darkness of the night I escaped, running for all night long, not knowing where I was and where I was heading. By the early morning lights I was so tired that I dropped senseless. I was laying in a desert, near a route used by merchants and traders between Kithai and the western world. A slave merchant and his caravan found me, captured me and decided to sell me as a slave once he reached Stygia. I was kept in chain for the whole trip.
Once in Stygia I was embarked on a galley with dozens of other slaves, ready to be sold around Hyboria. But the galley wrecked during a terrible storm off the coast of the Barachan Isles. I was the only survivor.
I woke up the day after the wreckage on a beach, and from there I manage to reach a small village called Tortage, where I started my life as a free woman or better, as a free assassin.