Role

Chapter 3

This voice that has I felt so many years ago, it felt like a womans.
This curse that I've been afflicted with, was I always so belligerent towards
those who weren't dark-elven? It's not abnormal for us to hunt those
who aren't kin in the underdark, but it also isn't abnormal that my kin
also mingle with other races and societies. Most prominently the half-drow being
a bond between human and dark-elf, but was I like this before that day when I
was cursed by touching that altar, the one that has been lost ever sense?
Regardless of such, this is my affliction, though with my growth in the
the shadows, my hatred is not so prominent, as my goals are larger now.
I search to find the source of this ancient voice, this deity that has
filled me with such, yet I feel guides me to a much darker goal, of change,
of destroying stagnation.

I felt as if I were lead to seek out the Scions, which was something
I had accomplished, my story to the chancellor was that I sought to bring
the shadows from the shadow plan to the surface, to share that darkness
with the surface, similarly to the darkness of the underdark. While this
is partially true to some extent, I am solely uncertain of the true purpose
that has lead me to where I am, but I know I have some sort of purpose
some sort of goal, or perhaps am I aimless? I cannot tell. Am I just a
whimsical storm of destruction, sent here to cause pain, suffering, change
and reshape things, even if just a little bit? Regardless, the first
thing is to figure out who it was that entered my mind, or what it was.
After many years of trying to determine such, I have come under the
suspicion that it was Ocaiye, though I suppose I shall need to find her
domain first, to garner her attention, or perhaps it was just madness
and hallucinations.