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[thekevmon]

*the contents of this book are written entirely in Drow*

The Journal of a Dark One

I have arrived in a town called Hlint. I have not dated this page as I am unsure of how these surfacers judge time. There are many surfacers here. I have met a few drow. They are not like the rest of us though. They are good and caring. How they escaped the Underdark I do not know. I wonder what their past is like. Did they come to the surface, as I did, as a prisoner? Were their minds corrupted by the goodness of the surfacers? Or were they born different? Did they grow up in the Underdark hating everything about it, wishing they could see the light?  Were they not ruthless killers like the rest of the drow, but instead aspiring paladins? I believe that they are in denial. They were born drow, and so they should accept the ways of the drow as their own. They believe they can change their heritage and for that they are fools. I accept my heritage in full, and therefore I know where I stand with myself. I am a drow, and that will never change.

Xenadrin Zin'Jarlan

// Any rude remarks about specific characters are not to be taken seriously. they are for Role-Playing reasons only\\\

[thekevmon]

Today I have given some surfacers the opportunity to trust me. If they do, I will state it now. They are fools, as I have found many surfacers to be. Some clumsy lady dropped her book in the sewers, and claimed a mouse in the shape of a man was holding it. How it got into the sewers I have no idea. I have also collected goblin ears for a militia man. He is apparently too weak to handle them himself. I have ventured into the caves of red light, which stung my eyes, but not nearly as much as the wretched sun. I went with an elven wizardess, one I found to be most weak and pitiful. But then I could expect no better from a surface elf. After my encounter with an elven wizard's fireball only a few hours before, I have grown to hate them more so than any other surface race. I find that elves are fools who cannot control their magic. It will be a rare occasion indeed when I am seen travelling with one. This world seems to be infested withb these vermin called surfacers. I am beginning to become disgusted by their mere presence. I hope to return to the Underdark sometime soon.

Xenadrin Zin'Jarlan

[thekevmon]

Today has been an interesting day. After arguing for a long time with one of the surface elves, I cast darkness and ran off. The fool, Captain Garent, saw the darkness and immediatly turned toward me. It seems as if my surface cousins have grown weak and are too cowardly to take matters into their own hands. The town of Hlint, which I so recently arrived at, has banished me. The surfacers are incredibly stupid for doing such a thing. I have done work for them at no obvious gain to myself. I destroyed the goblin leader which was blocking the trade caravans from getting to Fort Llast. I even brought a local militia man goblin ears! and they repay me by banishing me? These surfacers are fools. They have no idea of the wrath they have incurred at messing with a drow. I now make my home on a patch of clover, and spend time digging sand and clay, and sneaking into Hlint and melting it down into glass. Garent will someday regret his decision to banish me. My path is now clear. I must go to the Underdark. I must go home.

Xenadrin Zin'Jarlan

[thekevmon]

FOOLS! The surfacers are all fools! They may have kicked me from town, but they cannot keep me out. As much as I hate these surfacers and their pathetic cities, I have found that if I wish to make it anywhere I must have good equipment, and these surfacers seem to have some. I have found a way to sneak into town. As much as I hate to be around surfacers, I have found a very resourceful one. If I was crazy I might even possibly call him a friend, but that would not happen. He is a surfacer, and no where near my greatness. I have been supplied with a disguise. A mask that makes me look like a surfacer, white priest robes, and a staff. Garent may have kicked me out of town, but he has no right to kick out Garren, humble servant of Aeridin. As much as I hate them, I have found if I wish to stay in the town, I must be nice to all surfacers. I have also found a locatin worthy of my presence. I retire to there every night, and take off the wretched mask and robes. I realize I need them if I am to achieve success, but I hate to think of myself as a surfacer. And to Garent, know this. You can kick me out, but you cannot keep me out.

Xenadrin Zin'Jarlan
(Garren, humble servant of Aeridin)

[thekevmon]

Success is a sweet feeling. I have been adventuring as Garren, and still no one of these surfacers sees me as who I might be. Except two. One is a drow, one I have met before. She sees through my disguise as if it were made of glass, but she poses no threat. She is a drow, and as such she cannot accuse others. If she does, I will claim she is lying. Who would trust a lying drow over an honest priest of Aeridin? However,that same elf who got me kicked from town in the first place has sniffed me out. When he came near, he said I smell like drow. He is becoming quite a nuissance. He is a threat as well. He does not yet see through my disguise completely, but I fear it is only a matter of time. People may believe a surfacer over a man in a disguise, even if they do not know it. Worse, they might connect this elf's words with the words of the drow, and figure out my true identity. I have also taken advantage of a good heart. I was asking for "donations to the clergy" from a halfling. She would not give any to me, claiming that I should give her money since she is a poor person and that is what clerics do. And then a paladin, a shining knight, approached me. I asked him for a donation as well, and he gave me some gold and scrolls. The fool! I must find a way for these to be of use to me, for I will surely not find that many people willing to "donate to the temple". I have heard you need scrolls to make sand paper. Perhaps I shall give that a try. I may make wooden goods and sell them and perhaps be able to afford a weapon I have always wanted.

Xenadrin Zin'Jarlan

[thekevmon]

Until today my time since the last entry has been uneventful. However, this day is a different story. It seems not all surfacers are as stupid as they look. I was exposed today in front of many people, so they now know that Garren is a fake. I have already created a new identity for now. This time they will not suspect that I would be so persistent. They will not notice a thing. The same demon-spawned surface elf who exposed me has made it clear to me he wants me dead. He keeps on saying "soon, drow, soon". HA! like he could ever hope to possibly kill a drow, be it a skillful one such as myself, or even a newborn. All drow are superior to all surfacers, and no one, not the gods themselves, can make it otherwise. We were meant to be this way, and so we are the best. No matter how strong any of these surfacers get, they are still weaklings compared to the drow. And they cannot hope to ever destroy me.

Xenadrin Zin'Jarlan
(Erdane, great wizard from Rilara)