[SIZE=13][The following script is written in the Deep Tongue. The text itself is thin lettered, and precise and was obviously written by a very intelligent person.][/SIZE]
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[/SIZE] [SIZE=18]Webs of the Spider[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10]Entry [/SIZE][SIZE=10]1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]The first day on the surface, and what can I say. After being left with nothing but rags on my back, and a few True in my pocket I immediately found means to defend myself. I also picked up a nice robe which would allow me to conceal myself from the surface dwellers since it is around these same villages that many raiders from the deep have come and pillaged. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]After this first task was complete I walked around Fort Vehl to get a bearing on my surroundings. I spoke with a few of the natives and was tasked by an undertaker to journey down to the crypts and retrieve the dust of a mummy who resided there. I accepted the charter because he promised me a few more True for returning the dust alive. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]Just as I was about to enter a group was just exiting, unsure of what to do I backed away and did not draw my weapons. They seemed just as cautious towards me as I was to them, so I relaxed just slightly knowing that should things get out of hand my scimitar was just a hand's breadth away at my waist. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]The first introduced herself as X'une, then Democoon, and finally Cai'ron. The one named X'une was a dark elf, I could tell for sure because she was showing her eyes and a few other parts of her body, and the dark grey pigment was a sure sign. They asked me my name, which I did not want to tell them because if I were dropped off here by the one who knocked me out, an entrance to the Unending Night cannot be far, and hearing my name tossed around town may not be a good idea.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]I told them the first thing that came to mind, Angel. So I guess that is what I shall be known as to the surface dwellers, a bit ironic, but it works. Hopefully the name holds. After the group had talked and rested a bit they allowed me to go back into the crypts with them where I encountered the first hostile creature since arriving on the surface. We sent a number of Corath's minions back to rest, and collected knuckles and True.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]We made it to the second level easily enough, and rested again. They told me that the mummy was near, only a few rooms away. In the next couple rooms we killed more fresh corpses than those of the first level, and prepared for the battle against the mummy at the final door in the crypts. It was completed without a hitch, and I collected some dust from the dry, lifeless body.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]Back on the surface I showed the undertaker the dust and we exchanged dust for the contracted True. The group then rested again on the outskirts of the fort and we headed to the nearest city of Port Hempstead. Once inside I was introduced to the full extent of the hatred surfacers have for my race.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]A darthir, whose name I did not catch was ready to kill X'une based solely on appearance. He even pulled his bow on her, and with an arrow notched threatened her. Not wanting to see the blood of one who had just helped me, I stepped in front of the elf and told him to lower his bow and take out his frustration on the rats that he had planned on killing, though without that many words. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]He simply refused to oblige, until a human female coerced him down. It is that sort of unbridled hatred that can drive a man crazy. Without even the knowledge of past history, or what X'une might have done to deserve the trust and respect of those around her, he was ready to kill her because of what our kinsmen have done in the past.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]Though I cannot say I blame him, we have done some terrible things. I suspect that his life was touched by such an incident in a very personal way, and thus he feels it his duty to eradicate us to avenge some even in his past. Whatever the case, I was not impressed. Spitting at the ground I walked away quietly. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]It was time for rest and meditation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]-Quarral Mae'zynge[/SIZE]
Webs of the Spider
Entry 2
Weeks have passed since I was stranded on the surface. And many things I have learned. The hatred for my race is surely widespread, and does not include just a few of these surface dwellers. It seems that anywhere I go, as long as I am wearing my robes I get confused with a dark elf by the name of Daralith. I do not know who he is, but has obviously made a name for himself.
I have begun the process of removing this filthy speech impediment from my lips. I have only been speaking common for these few weeks though I was taught it at the temple, but I still get confused on the sentence structure a bit. I can piece together smaller sentences, and I am working my way up to the longer ones and the easiest way to learn is to associate with these humans and elves.
*Quarral puts the quill down and runs his hands through his hair*
The only thing other than learning the language that I have gained from these races is a few more True, and experience in the world. I am gaining a clearer understanding of the land around me, and with each passing day I venture further and further out on my own. With each passing moment I feel stronger and stronger, each time I reach a peak I am granted further knowledge of the divine by the Prince of Hate.
When not out killing more of the slave races, I have found another activity to pass the time. I am trying my hand at enchanting, and have been able to craft some rudimentary healing potions. The clergy of Shadon were a bit thrown off when I entered their small temple at the Scamp's Mug in Hempstead, but with little convincing was allowed to use their enchanting pool to do my work. It was slow, but in time I will be able to do powerful weapon and armor enhancements to make myself stronger.
-Quarral Mae'zynge