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ZeroVega · 11-15-04, 06:59 AM

Journal Log #3
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� To continue my journal of the happenings of my surface life I will record another of Master Coldfinger’s many moods...[/i]
� I had decided to leave my hood off for the day; making as many friends and allies as I have been it seemed quite pointless to wear the hot black hood that merely concealed the wind from my face.[/i]
��I had however not expected to see Master Coldfinger in town that day and as he spotted me and my distinct attire he was thrown into an awesome rage. [/i]
� I had assumed that he knew of my dark elf heritage, Ca’Duz only knows I left him enough clues. Red eyes peering at him through my hood...the multicolored spider symbol I’d left on every letter...my name. All well placed clues, but I should not think less of him for it. How many people have red eyes? The gods only know. And how many humans, dwarves, elves, and other races worship The Lord of Spiders? Again the gods only know. And I would not expect Master Coldfinger to be fluent in drow, but even so names are another language entirely.��[/i]�[/i] *Grins to himself and sips a bit of [/i]Cherry[/i][/i]River[/i] Lambic...then nods his approval* “I shall have to pay that Felicity another visit.”[/i]�[/i]
��I do believe however that I have lost much of the little trust I he once had in me. The face that I was followed, no doubt by and informant of his, or even the Master himself tells me of it. I can only guess how far I was followed, and by whom it was, but I can tell from the footfalls and heavy breathing that it was most likely human, perhaps dwarf. *grins to himself* Perhaps I should take it as a compliment that Master was checking up on his little “drow project.”[/i]
[/i]� Now, for perhaps the greatest thing yet to happen, I’ve gained the trust of nearly every person I’ve met thus far. A Deep Gnome, that would have driven me away under different circumstances seems to tolerate my being there. Humans, Halflings, HalfOrcs, Dwarves and even Elves, have put their trust in me! [/i]
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[/i]� I have never met a people so credulous as to trust an elf of a race that they have fought of for thousands of years. It is all too sweet, like a dream almost. We have all been called here by the dragon for the same reason...to apparently save the world from Sinthar Bloodstone. And for that reason no one, no matter how much hatred they have for me, dare eradicate a possible ally. [/i]
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11-15-04, 06:59 AM	#5
ZeroVega Lich Characters Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Winthrop University, South Carolina Posts: 1,647 Thanks: 7 Thanked 24 Times in 18 Posts	RE: Musings of a Dark Elf Journal Log #3 <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">� To continue my journal of the happenings of my surface life I will record another of Master Coldfinger’s many moods...[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">� I had decided to leave my hood off for the day; making as many friends and allies as I have been it seemed quite pointless to wear the hot black hood that merely concealed the wind from my face.[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">��I had however not expected to see Master Coldfinger in town that day and as he spotted me and my distinct attire he was thrown into an awesome rage. [/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">� I had assumed that he knew of my dark elf heritage, Ca’Duz only knows I left him enough clues. Red eyes peering at him through my hood...the multicolored spider symbol I’d left on every letter...my name. All well placed clues, but I should not think less of him for it. How many people have red eyes? The gods only know. And how many humans, dwarves, elves, and other races worship The Lord of Spiders? Again the gods only know. And I would not expect Master Coldfinger to be fluent in drow, but even so names are another language entirely.��[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">�[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Grins to himself and sips a bit of [/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Cherry[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">River[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> Lambic...then nods his approval “I shall have to pay that Felicity another visit.”[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">�[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">��I do believe however that I have lost much of the little trust I he once had in me. The face that I was followed, no doubt by and informant of his, or even the Master himself tells me of it. I can only guess how far I was followed, and by whom it was, but I can tell from the footfalls and heavy breathing that it was most likely human, perhaps dwarf. grins to himself Perhaps I should take it as a compliment that Master was checking up on his little “drow project.”[/i] <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">� Now, for perhaps the greatest thing yet to happen, I’ve gained the trust of nearly every person I’ve met thus far. A Deep Gnome, that would have driven me away under different circumstances seems to tolerate my being there. Humans, Halflings, HalfOrcs, Dwarves and even Elves, have put their trust in me! [/i] � <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">[/i]<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">� I have never met a people so credulous as to trust an elf of a race that they have fought of for thousands of years. It is all too sweet, like a dream almost. We have all been called here by the dragon for the same reason...to apparently save the world from Sinthar Bloodstone. And for that reason no one, no matter how much hatred they have for me, dare eradicate a possible ally. [/i] � __________________ "This is a game of chicken, and we'll win because we care less." "My kids are either going to be a swimmers or magicians. I'm going to throw them in the pool with cinder blocks on their feet. I hope they're magicians."