Taevnil Jindearn - Found in Darkness

[Anamnesis]

Dead Eye, Winter Night 4, 1431

Sorena,

I feel compelled to write you this letter to voice my thoughts, though you and I may never see each other again. Nor see eye to eye as I am fully aware of why you sent me away.

Since coming to the surface the pain I have learned to embrace has only drawn me closer to our mother. I see it is her will to test my devotion to her, though in testing them it also seems to test my resolve to walk in the darkness. To inflict the pain and suffering upon my servant does not seem to bring me the joy it once did, it seems now to be just a routine. His pain is not enough to satisfy me and certainly not our Mother.

The facade I hope will hold, though there is much resistance to slavery among the surface dwellers, we have had to take up a cover of companions. A thought that truly disgust me to think of but one in which may be a key to exposing the thoughts of Shame.

The surface vermin do seem to be most willing to help, a weakness surely to take advantage of. I will watch and follow them more to discover all I can. Perhaps befriending a few will lend to my credibility and further our cover.

It would also seem a few among them grow suspicious and they will be the first to fall, if they try to pry to far in places they ought not concern themselves.

We shall see, for now I must reassert my power over my servant and let him know I have not grown weak and that his suffering is not at an end. I have asked him to share his thoughts but I know there are things he does not share. I have given him a bit of room to move, to do what he pleases, to learn what he can and perhaps to share that knowledge with me.

I am uncomfortable with the strength he is gaining though I do prefer him able as well. It still.. bothers me.

I will be watchful and mindful though, these vile creatures that dwell upon the surface, are weak but they have purpose and skills that for now I lack, but can take advantage of.

Found in Darkness
Taevnil Jindearn

[Anamnesis]

Winged Trade, Spring Dawning 27, 1431

It would seem as much as I detest these surface dwellers, as much as it may seem weak to Lairillia. I have released him from his oath. I care not what he thinks, of my actions and it seems he has revealed part of his true feelings, surprisingly and yet not all that much, he still feels a bond to me.

Though I detest the thought, it may be to further expose him, I may need to resort to further methods I may not like but having him on my side, has its advantages. He has purpose that I can exploit. And I admit he has appeal as well.

A kingdom among the service, would please my mother and nothing could make me happier than growing her domain beyond. The more I learn of the surface and its creatures, I learn though I have to adapt my ways as well.

Though he has been most hopeful, and perhaps he will continue to be. I look forward to seeing more about this Dragon and learning more of Fisterion and his hold of power over the surface dwellers.

There is so much yet I have to learn and lands to explore. May you guide me in your way Mother and make me strong as I do your will.

Found in Darkness
Taevnil Jindearn

[Anamnesis]

Could it that after so much time away, he could still be here, among the surfacers. I tried to follow him under the cover of the illusions granted me by my Mother's darkness, but he vanished almost in front of me. Perhaps it was just a dream. Then as I made my way along the roads to Hlint, a vile little city, created by the humans I detest so much.
 
 
 I stumbled across him again, Larillia...Could it be he is haunting me as all men seem to, igniting within me a passion to see them all brought to an end. Then again there is...No there isn't. I won't let myself be drawn in by the weakness again, by compassion by an illusion of something that isn't there. I owe him nothing. He says that together we can be something more than we used to be, but those here don't care anything but to see our kind killed and I can't deny I feel the same for them.
 
 
 Let my whip find its way around the next mans throat and see him die tortured and taunted as I have been. Mother, know I have not grown soft since I have left the darkness. Born in the darkness to serve your will, and in the darkness I will bring others to serve you.
 
 
 I will wait and watch and then I will do what must be done.
 
 
 ~Taevnil Jindearn

[Anamnesis]

It has been years since I have wondered into the city or into the presense of these vial creatures, and the one that I would stumble upon is reckless, she smells worse than her ox and for a time it seemed she followed me from Krandor to Hlint. I don't think she suspects, but I will not let my guard down with the chance she will find out either who I am.
 
 
 There is enough talk of my cousins walking the surface, fools the lot of them. Posters pinned up about one even serving the temple of Toran, in the hovel of Fort Llast! Who does he think he is?
 
 
 Their arrogance will be their downfall, showing their faces to these unworthy humans who would as soon as kill them, than look at them. Perhaps the humans have a purpose to make my existance easier in bringing an end to the wretched and cursed creatures.
 
 
 This woman, I will have to watch her carefully and should she get to close I will not hesitate to strike her down. After reaching Hlint, after arguing with her though and she stood gaping ignorantly at the group gathered, I was asked if I would care to join them to go on a hunt of goblins. To this I could not refuse, the chance to end the lives of pathetic creatures unworthy to serve my Beloved Mother? I could not refuse the chance to serve her will as well as I could.
 
 
 May my whip strike true and your blessings bring an end to the unworthy through me My Mother.
 
 
 ~Taevnil JinDearn