Isanien, pt. 28


I keep to the shadows, of which there are blessed few. Light stains the sky for more than half the hours. I’ve searched the land and believe the rumors to be true. The others were driven from the surface, leaving little trace as they went other than the blood that remains. Szordrin chose to stay behind. I find myself once again as I entered this land. Alone. Only the darkness eases my mind, and that continues to retreat. Retreat. How easy it is to say it. How wise I would be to do it, and yet I linger here. Linger… why?

Isanien, pt. 27

We found our way down from the mountain. Their young ‘king’ was lost along the way, though they seem to have forgotten him already. A stranger, claiming to have left Leefe years ago also speaks of a way to return. Shadows. Though the knowledge has done him little good, for he is still here.

The village was quiet. In it we met another man claiming the name Terrabolt. He does not seem the foul wizard that others have described him as. He is powerful, that much radiates from him. He will be gone again soon, asking that others run his errands. The group seems eager to please him.

I have found my beacon. I’ve left my mark. I will not sit idly by and wait for them to come, for She does not reward those who are not willing to seize what they require.

*Drow script written in blood on the crystal in the Faerun village*
Here I stand
The Darkness Ours
Praise Lolth