Post by ib1sly1 on Jan 28, 2020 20:26:46 GMT -7
Whisper, you fool, you megalomaniac, you stool.
Brothers and Sisters of Shadow, brought me to Mask. I stood on his alter - and although doubted - I could feel a power surging from my wretched gloved hand. I heard Mask's voice, I know it! He told me not to trust Shar, not to trust Cyric, but to trust in my own judgements and in the cool warmth of the shadow. 'They' will never find me again, or kill those I care for, and will not get MY power to use as their own. The drow, they must be the ones, and the evil dark skinned ones must suffer and be punished. I killed two last lunar cycle, it felt good. Those fuckin' dwarves brought them back, and over what, a pact? All of the dark skinned ones must die, don't they? What is Bae to me? Is she not my enemy, is she deceiving me? I think I now have friends. They won't know me, Mask I will deceive. But they know who I am, and it's okay to know I am feared - keeping the light a safe distance to the dark creates shadow. Will Bae kill these friends, as every drow has done? If so, what will her fate be? Bae. Bae. Bae. What happened when I turned that night? I have no memories or recollection, except her tempting scent. It haunts me whenever she is close. Even in battle, I can smell when she perspires, I can smell when she bleeds. It draws me close even when I push away.
My hand, it has been very itchy as of late. The more power I gain, the more it beckons below my glove. Some nights, I swear the concentric circles glow, but that could simply be the reflection of the moon on sweat. When I'm near Saar, I can feel his energy pulsing in my hand each time he casts a spell. Is there a connection? It must be tested further, but he cannot know, I must remain in the shadows. Mask protect and guide me and lead me to my purpose. You have granted me your special blessing, now help me find those that killed those I once loved, and I offer my revenge in your name.
Brothers and Sisters of Shadow, brought me to Mask. I stood on his alter - and although doubted - I could feel a power surging from my wretched gloved hand. I heard Mask's voice, I know it! He told me not to trust Shar, not to trust Cyric, but to trust in my own judgements and in the cool warmth of the shadow. 'They' will never find me again, or kill those I care for, and will not get MY power to use as their own. The drow, they must be the ones, and the evil dark skinned ones must suffer and be punished. I killed two last lunar cycle, it felt good. Those fuckin' dwarves brought them back, and over what, a pact? All of the dark skinned ones must die, don't they? What is Bae to me? Is she not my enemy, is she deceiving me? I think I now have friends. They won't know me, Mask I will deceive. But they know who I am, and it's okay to know I am feared - keeping the light a safe distance to the dark creates shadow. Will Bae kill these friends, as every drow has done? If so, what will her fate be? Bae. Bae. Bae. What happened when I turned that night? I have no memories or recollection, except her tempting scent. It haunts me whenever she is close. Even in battle, I can smell when she perspires, I can smell when she bleeds. It draws me close even when I push away.
My hand, it has been very itchy as of late. The more power I gain, the more it beckons below my glove. Some nights, I swear the concentric circles glow, but that could simply be the reflection of the moon on sweat. When I'm near Saar, I can feel his energy pulsing in my hand each time he casts a spell. Is there a connection? It must be tested further, but he cannot know, I must remain in the shadows. Mask protect and guide me and lead me to my purpose. You have granted me your special blessing, now help me find those that killed those I once loved, and I offer my revenge in your name.
