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 Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 11:54 am
I have met one of the most frustrating and annoying assassins in all of the underdark! She's a much younger than I am, though probably not by much. I just happen to look older with all the scars that litter my body and face compared to her young face. She completely riles me, and gets on my nerves.
And of course she has to be perfectly capable at her work, which is even more frustrating. The only thing she could work on is her tracking skills. She sorely lacks in the reading of tracks..which is strange. You'd think for an assassin she'd want to work on that.
It was rather satisfying to see her in work though, she can move I'll give that to her. And if I were to get to know her better I imagine I might even grow to like her.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 12:20 pm
I have never felt so warn out before, that fight took a lot out of me. The wave of tiredness washes over me, and I can barely fight it off. I keep half dozing off and then snapping back to the presence. I mustn't sleep!
Everything I've tried to stay awake isn't helping or doing anything. Succumbing to sleep is inevitable it seems, and yet i can't just let myself fall asleep because if I do, I shall meet that nightmare that threatens to destory me.
Even awake it beckons at the edges of my mind, soon even my waking moments will be plagued by the nightmare and then my mind will go. Just like how my sister and my mother's minds went. It seems that aiding that priestess with killing off her sibling didn't help me any. I must do what I have tried to avoid.
I must travel to the surface and hunt down all of my bloodline and destroy them for their betrayal to the ways of Lloth.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 12:36 pm
The Dream
The flames flicker around me, and the demons chortle with glee as they torture me and those of my House. I am in agony from the pain as they pour molten lava over my body and rip the hairs out of my head. My sight is clouded by whiteness as the pain overcomes my senses and causes me to loose consciousness. The white is everywhere..searing my senses with its brightness. I can't get it to go away, as it sears into my soul and my utter being. It hurts worse than the fire and lava that is being poured over my now distance body.
The sorrow filled eyes of the strange goddess look down upon me as she beckons me to her. I shudder, and pull away, knowing that should I go to her I will only become cursed like that ancestor centuries before. The pity and sorrow flows off of her as she watches me pull away.
I suddenly find rage run through me at this. I begin to scream in defiance of the pity. I am a warrior! I am strong! I will not be broken, least of all by a weakling such as this! the pain is nothing, nothing compared to what could happen if Lloth were to find out that I am being visited by this crying goddess deep in the pits of the Abyss.
Go away! I scream, my voice now gone hoarse. I'll survive! I don't need your pity! I don't need your help!
My awareness is brought back to the hell hole, and the demons are standing staring at me with wide eyes, as Lloth herself lowers herself to stare at me coldly.
Who are you talking to drow? I shudder at her voice, and try to respond but find my voice is now gone.
The spider queen grows even more agitated at this, and kicks me in the side, shattering my ribs like glass. I struggle to breath, and finally manage to moan out a response. She isn't happy by what I say, and it shows in her whole demeanor.
You will learn what real pain is, you filthy creature. She tells me coldly and then has several demons drag me after her.
What conspires next is agony beyond description, as I am flayed and torn apart by her cruel machinations. Finally..I black out only to awake later to find I have been turned into a drider that must do the spider queen's every whim.
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