Out Of The Endless Night: The Chronicals Of The Silken Mistress

[LynnJuniper]

Blex this accursed place! Why!? Why have I been pulled from the Endless Night to endure this? Is this yet another test , must I further prove myself as worthy in The Dark Mother’s eyes? Haven’t I shown my faith and my ability through overseeing those human slaves, by slaying those wretched surface dwellers and ...ed followers of The Redeemstress? Haven’t I’ve shown my worth?

   And to …how do they say it? Top it all off? I am being forced to live in a town where Drow have not only lost all of their respect, but must go around in hoods so no one recognizes them for what they truly are! It is an outrage! We are a proud  race, superior to surface walkers and our poxed top dwelling kin! Why must we hide in shadows?

I refuse, I will show my obsidian skin proudly, and if any human, elf or otherwise tries to tell me to hide myself I will cleave their skull. I will not stand for anything less than the fear and respect I deserve. I am a descendent of a great War Mistress; I will become a great War mistress myself! I will show myself, prove myself to my people, to my Goddess, and to these surface dwelling fools, that despite these extra cursed fingers on each of my hands, despite the fact that I should have been killed at the birthing, that I will be stronger than all of them, and then they will see…..

That being written upon, amongst the Drow that have lost all sense of self, that follow nothing or follow the Wretch, I have found at least one who deserves my respect…Well, as much respect as a male and a mage can deserve at any rate. He did not give me a full name to remember him by, but left me with the name he gave to those blexing humans so they would think he was crazy and harmless: Albert Gubblewucker?

He was a strong mage, able to kill many foes at once with a great wail. He said wise things.  He said that I should pretend to get along with the surface dwelling kin, and with the humans so I could grow strong and surpass them. He said that no good would come of yelling at everyone. He said: “You know you are above them, but why not humor them for your own personal benefit” Or something…of that sort?

He told me that when he was ripped from the Underdark he was much like me, young, and ..well, not weak, but not as powerful as he could have been. He apprenticed under a strong human necromancer, and then became powerful himself, surpassing him in power.

To Remember the Endless Night, he gave me Boots of the Spider, which makes me think he is a follower of the Left Hand of Black. Again, something to be respect, almost as much as me. I think I will seek this man out again and try to learn more. I will also heed his advice, in taking the humans’ help , completing the tasks around town so I can make myself stronger…


I will return to the Endless Night a strong Woman, and then become the War Mistress myself.

[LynnJuniper]

More Poxed Surface dwellers. All they do is  question and I find myself unable to concentrate enough to do what the respectable Drow said for me to do. I cannot find him anymore, and that makes me sad. I hope The Mother of Dark will forgive me for my weakness. I do not depend on him, solely on myself, but I need to ask him more questions.

I met another Drow today, by the name of Krislyassa I think. She said she followed Xeen, the pleasure Goddess, and knew nothing of the ways of the Endless Night. A pity I think, she could have passed for a respectable female Drow if she had been brought up in the Underdark as I have been. I can respect her choice of Goddess though, so long as she follows Xeen in a way respectful to herself. Use others for pleasure, but still, know you are better than any of them.

She wishes to learn more of The Endless Night. I will teach her I think, and do…what is it the humans say? “Take her Under My Wing”. A stupid statement, No human has wings, so why say something as that?  But I will help the Drowess none the less, before the other Blexing Drow get to her and corrupt her mind with ideas of the Wretch


//OOC: No Human has wings hehehehehe >_> She'll be in for a suprise sooner or later.

[LynnJuniper]

*written, for one reason or another, in a mix of Elven and drow characters, and Common*

Haven't come out of the darkness in quite some time. Feel so weak. Feel unworthy of the Mother of Dark's favor. Unworthy, Unknowing, Unwise.

Not Knowing what to do, I stay hidden. See now why Drow do not want to show their faces. Takes its toll.

Is easy to be strong when no one will stand against you.

Is harder to be strong when everyone is against your every move.

Will I be strong?

Must find respectful Drow.

Not disrespectful to the Goddess something to keep hope in the beginning is it?

Not care.

Will be strong one day, Just not now...

[LynnJuniper]

Lots I forgot to write about. Met male Drow of Ca Duz named Daralith. He had a pet half giant and reminded me of the Endless Night. He did not mind the many insults I threw at him. May decide to use him again later.

I've taken his lead and found a few male pack ox to help me through the local mines and to carry my ore. I worked on Smelting and weapons crafting and managed a few simple copper daggers. Still working up to making a bronze than Iron Halberd for myself. Weapons work best by you when designed by you. You need to get the feel of the weapon and there is no better way to do that then to craft it from scratch.

A male is taking the chance to get me raw material so I can smelt them. Says its trivial for him and I should learn. Don't understand why male human surfacer is bothering to be helpful. Where I come from its care for yourself. Surfacers have strange ways indeed. However, I know that...what do the humans say? You can get more flies with honey than with vinigar. Why would you want flies? Humans and stupid sayings. What it means is I will placate the humans and play nice to get what I want. I still know I'm better and will one day be best. But for now I use them where I can

[LynnJuniper]

   It has been a while...


   I have made some improvements upon myself from the last time I wrote. I now swing my great halberd with more accuracy and efficiency than ever before. I am not the best I can be yet, but I am steadily on that road. From now on I don’t care enough to compare myself to others. It is not a race. This is not the Endless Night. If I am not the best at what I do there is little consequence here. Why focus myself outward on the rest of the world? I can focus inward: Work daily to improve myself. That is all that matters. It is not a race and I am not fighting against anyone anymore.

   I would not say that I have made friends, but I have made a few acquaintances. I don’t understand why our people were so intent to kill or even enslave these surfaces any more. They’re dead useful, and they complain much less if you’re nice to them. They can actually be quite entertaining and dare I say: Good company.

   I am focused solely on the making of armor: And indeed managed to bang out two large shields and (with much work and a little arcane help) two full plates, all of bronze.

   I have visited much of both the Western lands of Mistone and the central lands of Dregar, including the forests and the deserts of Saudiria , but there is much for me left to see. And much more for me to improve. Still, maybe one day I’ll return to the Endless Night, and become a war mistress. Or maybe not. I haven’t decided.

[LynnJuniper]

This Shape changer, he rather interests me. There are those above ground as well able to change at a seeming whim. They are not like those under. They can turn into more than spiders and bats. This one does not have the timid nature of most though. Even the ones in the Endless night seemed to be more interested in protecting every tree and animal. This one seems to want to eat every tree and animal. That includes me. Quite funny. Even if I do not change shape. I can still hunt. I can still kill.

And it would be no act of cannabalism to have him for dinner.

[LynnJuniper]

*she looks up at her previous entries and rips the pages from her book, leaving the last one*

More interesting times. I have made a new decision. I will not focus on one weapon but instead remain proficient in many. Instead of wielding a large halberd at all times I will focus as well on something of a smaller size so I can utilize the shields I have made for myself as well.

The Shifter has been plaguing me again. He has been disrespectful in all forms and finally he paid. In his bird form I knocked my arrow and shot it , aiming for his stomach but instead hitting a wing. As a retaliation he decided to come in close and go for my eyes with his despicable claws. He was foolish to come into range of my blade. I knocked him out of the sky and buried the blade into his small body. Drained, he changed back into his human formed , drained of energy utterly. I allowed him recuperation and did not strike again.

He attempted to lecture me, I cut him off saying his idealistic preaching did not matter. He is not an idiot. An Arrogant bastard yes , but an idiot not so much. What he says makes sense , some of the time. Perhaps I can learn something from it. He spoke of fate and circumstance, however, but I know better than to think I shall fall victim to those forces. I know they can be worked against as can anything else in this world. For the only certainty is death.

We went into the mountains and he surprised me by convincing the large Snow Beasts to fight with us rather than against us. His skill comes in his shifting and his convincing of the animals to work for our 'cause'. My own comes from doing what he can not, he can start things, but something tells me that he would be hard pressed to finish them. It is I who do most of the damage, and I who makes (more often than not) the finishing blow.

That said we do not need each other. But we do compliment each other well.

I wonder where I stand with the Dark Mother now.

Does it matter now that I am given a choice? I want to be a war mistress. but do I want to do it There?

[LynnJuniper]

There seem to be more as myself populating the surface these dark days. More like myself: Not just in appearance but in mind. More Like those I have been used to living with, those I have fought for my own survival. Those I fight along side in the name of the Dark Mother to further my own skills and one day have them fear me, have them respect and fear me.

I had been thrown from my path before and for that I must bring myself through trials to cleanse myself and deem myself worthy once more. I will learn the ways of the weapons and the ways of versatility. I will become Her Greatest Warrior.