The New World
Kenku Rogue, Sexuality Unknown
From the moment I hatched I was bound to the whims of Aléman Asündre, the reasons being more than apparent; he was strong. My parents followed him well, in conjunction with all my fellow Kenku, being bred and raised within the confines of his personal tunnel system. Perhaps these brick tunnels had been abandoned by the city above years before or perhaps Aléman had them built in secret, but no matter the reason for their existence (which I daresay still remains a mystery to me) we had our share of privacy in which to plan for the acquisition of those goods that our master had deemed worth the risk of his minions’ lives. Losing companions to his continued obsession with rarities (particularly magical ones) was common, but as Kenku are not known for their love of friends I never felt a single loss or pang of pity. So it was that the mountainous Oth came for blood, slaughtering all of my brothers and my master himself. I was shocked indeed but not by the loss of cousins, by the death of he who I thought godly. This shock came later however, when I came across the carnage; I myself was out to receive a message when the slaughter occurred, an expedition whose value seemed infinitely larger than for the gain of fresh air I had initially anticipated. Indeed I remember quite a lot of argument among the volunteers for this particular endeavor, trips to the surface were sought after well by my fellows, a chance to feel the breeze and to be high above our ground was as near to flying as we knew. The sewer-like compound we occupied was private certainly, but provided little experience and provided little to satiate our inherent desires to soar. Therefore I considered myself rather lucky to be chosen for this mission, luckier still when I discovered I was the last alive. And so it was that I fell into the companionship of Oth, he being the strongest creature I knew, and one who seemed (after a while) to accept my company but most of all I have now the chance to wander the surface and feel the rushing air each day. My first full day above the human’s ground was indeed incredible, and looking back I recognize it as the day the seed of happiness was planted. But this needed much nourishment, nourishment which I didn’t receive truly until we encountered free-folk in the New World. I only grew freer then. I have considered repaying those who taught me the way of free-thought with the location of Aléman’s vault, something Oth never found, but I shall keep that information to myself, at least for the moment.