The Pale Drow (continued) (Isanien, pt. 11)

*Another loose parchment is tucked in between the pages, the script written in a more formal High Drow, it flows with grace, menace and nobility.*

…they arrived on the surface
weak and battered
sheltered by the cover of night.
Assaulted by strange sounds and smells
they huddled together at the edge.
Only then did the Pale Drow stop.

She turned to them and waited.
Behind her, in the east,
the sky began to change.
Slowly at first, the light came.
Shades of grey paled before them
and shifted into intense colors
She stood there,
enveloped in a cloak of light.
The sun wreathed her head in fire.

And for the first time since their exodus began
the Pale Drow spoke…

*the passage ends, obviously incomplete*

Isanien, pt. 10

She hunts… and she knows her prey…

It is only a matter of time before we meet in the shadows, or in battle. The Matriarch claims a human is the threat, but I wonder if my hunter and their masked menace are one in the same. If so, she is more dangerous than I had thought… and if not… then there are two threats to eliminate.

I will keep to the shadows for a time and listen. The male can be my eyes. A warning… could be intercepted… and will bring unwanted questions.

Perhaps the dark one…

Isanien, pt. 9

I have my misgivings. That she was not there to shadow my every move does little to assure me. If anything, it compounds my concerns. Have I become so conditioned to her opposition? Which lays the more dangerous path, to balk at truth, or to blindly accept a lie. It is not the life that matters, but the question of who I am really hindering in the task.

I will seek the settlement when the task is complete. I will not be swayed from that.

Isanien, pt. 8

I have been summoned for my actions against the Matriarch’s Drow. To ‘explain’ my actions. And how can they be explained? Ignorance is hardly a defense. I engaged in battle where I should not have interfered. I was a guest of the University, but they are hardly my allies. Would the invaders have even slowed their attacks to negotiate? That is unknown, but I did not even try. They burst into the library, but who stuck first? That, I do not recall. Was it out of defense that I acted, or out of fear and weakness?

Isanien, pt. 7

Even my prison is no longer safe. The others have tracked me here, but with so few above that was not so difficult. Still, for all their efforts they did not touch me. No. That blow came from her. She saw the opportunity and she struck. I pulled away, saving my neck, but lost my balance. If the others had not been present would she have forsaken her oath so easily? Hers is a world of convenience. She allows herself to see nothing that would upset her neatly packaged view of how things are. I wonder, is it worth the effort to protect her?

We were fortunate that the University could recover so much. Still, I do not trust that they have not hidden something from us. It cannot be coincidence that the Drow chose that moment to attack. The guard in Lazareth can no longer be trusted. One said they must find ‘it’. I almost chuckled. The staff is no more. We prevailed. Are the forces here really so… disorganized? Or was it merely a test, as along a wall, seeking out cracks and fissures upon which to focus the second wave?

We returned to the city without incident, though I kept my distance so as not to tempt fate. The dark one seems to have some sway over her, at least for the time being. Perhaps she will yet listen to reason.

…and I have received a summons…