The wise often preach that time is the greatest healer of them all. It can mend wounds, pain and suffering. Restore nature’s balance and bring about the renewal of that lost through devastation and war. Some may even go as far as to say it spurs enlightenment, shattering fear and doubt born from the past and brings a sense of freedom to a troubled mind. This is a comfort to some, but not to all. Some wounds run too deep to remedy, some actions are so unforgivable that they cannot be excused. The sins and ghosts of the past relentlessly haunt those deserving of their company. That is true of Drevorin.
Once a man with great promise, he went by another name. He fought valiantly against the hordes of Mordor threatening to engulf his homeland. He and his comrades-in-arms stood firm against the storm, never giving in to its relentless force. But even the most heroic deeds and resolve cannot last forever, evil is not so easily slain. An ambush, capturing and imprisoning these valiant men and forcing them into a world of torment. These brave knights did not realise as they spent their last moments beneath the sky that their light would be snuffed out by the hand of a man so cruel and despicable that his name alone struck fear into the hearts of the brave. Mordevin of Rhûn. He was one of the most dangerous of Easterlings in Sauron’s army, drunk on victory and power beyond measure. Mordevin took great pleasure in reducing the most resilient of men down to mindless husks through torture and suffering. Some would endure for a day, a week, perhaps months. But eventually by his cruel hand they would eventually succumb to his will, another score for his tally. Out of the eighteen men captured, Drevorin was the soul survivor. Shattered, broken and driven to near complete madness, Mordevin set him upon the world in a hope that he would inflict chaos upon his enemies.
Mordevin’s wish was granted.
The years that followed were filled with nothing but tragedy and death, molding Drevorin into a completely different man. He became a shadow of his former self, a broken visage of a once great knight. He sought power, vengeance and control, perhaps to bring about some form of relief to that which was taken from him, or perhaps for more insidious reasons entirely. Fuelled and encouraged by the followers that he obtained and driven by a singular purpose; he caused much suffering in his own manner. But fate can sometimes play a strange hand, and over time even the most wicked of men capture a glimpse of the path towards redemption.
War raged across Middle-Earth. During this time, Drevorin and his accomplice Milawyn had disappeared. His enemies presumed, and hoped, that he was killed. Those who held a shred of compassion towards him wished that he had somehow found peace. Regardless, the name Drevorin began to fade and in the years that followed into the Fourth Age, was soon forgotten...
