What can be said, of the “Beast” from the pits? His origins unknown, even to the man himself…

Torn from birth, the man known as Korval was raised for one purpose. To fight amongst those he would know as “Brother” for the entertainment of those corrupt, willing to place coin on whichever they believed to victor. From a young age, he was groomed to become champion for which ever house he belonged to.

To whom was the higher bidder, he would be dragged from house to house, lord to lord, fighting for survival. Until purchased indefinitely by one corrupt and his betrothed at the ascendance of manhood would be where he notably would become the man he stands today. Within that of Gondor, in a underground syndicate pit fighting is where Korval would rise as a true champion. In doing so, he would also capture the heart of his Lord’s Lady, who would use him for her pleasure at a whim’s notice.

Yet a position his Lord approved of, watching as said acts would commit. It was not the heart that Korval would care for. The hand maiden of Rohirrim Descent, long flowing locks of hair as golden as the sun. The maiden to would share this feeling, wishing that they could earn their freedom. But after being caught in the act, the Lord’s Lady would demand punishment. Fifty Lashings for Korval… Death to the Maiden…

Her hair cut, bound to the bars of Korval’s cage as a reminder. “Do Not Disobey Your Lords!” It would not be long, before his Lord’s Lady would bare child and the apparent use of Korval no longer needed within the house. As he amongst others where to be sold to Harad Slavers that of the Swan Knights of Dol Amroth would foil the act and chaos would erupt. Broken from his shackles as his brothers and sisters were also, the thought of fleeing did not pass Korval by. But not before vengeance quenched his thirst!

A blade from a fallen Harad was risen, his former Lord and Lady in sight. A foul swoop would remove his Lord’s head clean, as if a knife through hot butter. The Lady would plead whilst calling for help throughout the chaos. Though the pain caused, would not call for a merciful death. Korval would drive the sword into his Lady’s gut and remove it, standing watch as the life bled from her…

Not knowing nothing but battle, Korval knew of not to do. Selling his service to the highest bidder, he would continue on as a mercenary, a brute, a sellsword… This has brought the “Beast” of the pits to Bree, to start a new adventure…