Role

Chapter 3

Finally, after all this time, after all this struggle. He thinks back
remembering vividly the ferocity of the hook horrors, and the dangerously
close presense of the cave fisher. He remembers the terrible stomach pain and
dissapaiting energy of his body and soul. He remembers the clutching madness
of the endless dark, the clutching madness that he didn't truly recognize or
understand, the madness that slowly crept into his being, infusing his entire
body as he slumped ran and crawled to get away. All to get away from the
terrible truths of his people. His fathers teachings were right, they had to
be there could be nothing else but such, he had seen the terrible devistation
of this power. His father had been frowned upon for speaking out against the
magic that his people used with wreckless abandon. Those same people, his
people, put him in jail for such where he died, the city of
Ehthbliabentebenflet merely put him in his prison of death and left him there
to rot, going on about their self entitled fantastic work without a second
thought. He knew he must flee, the drow and svirfnebli used the same powers
(albeit in a far different fashion) and such could only mean one thing, his
theories must be right, that this power was only prevalent in the depths of
the underdark. Perhaps, perhaps if he made it to the surface he would find
freedom from the clinging madness that his people had taken into their lives,
from the corruption of this power, his father had been right..