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Chapter 2

A time of darkness
Added Wed Aug 29 21:13:22 2012 at level 24:

After his flight from Balator the young Baqizr managed to secure passage to Arkham from the Docks of
Hamsah. Having been forced to sing and perform for his previous master he used his talents to make some copper
when he was able. There was many days when he could find none to pay for his talents and found himself
panhandling. Baqizr ate very little during that time period, spending the majority of his earning on liqour.
He was a function alcoholic many times waking up on the streets with no memory of the past few days.

The young mans soul was in turmoil. So many emotions ran through his mind. The things that were done to him haunted
his mind every hour of the day. The alcohol was the only escape he had many time it wasn't enough to keep the
the nightmares away. Slowly a darkness began to build within Baqizr. He wanted someone to blame, no he needed
someone to blame. Something to justify what was done to him, a way to make it alright. Someone needed to suffer
as he had. The only logical conclusion Baqizr could come to about who was responsible was his parents. It was they
who had sold into that nightmare.

During the next month the half-drow considered suicide countless times. Having to cutback on his drinking to afford
the cost of passage back to Hamsah. The dreams came back nightly, his master leering at him with that crooked smile,
a look of lust on his face. Finally he managed to save up enough copper and silver to book passage to the city of
his birth.

Standing at the fore of the ship staring into setting sun Baqizr couldn't help but wonder about the two wicked
people who had sold him into that life. How could they do such a thing? Was I such a bad child? How much were
they paid? Would they even recognize me now? All questions he would soon has his anwsers to or he would die
trying.

Asking about town he found little had changed in their lives. His mother althought older and very homely looking
could be found in the central square offering her body to the various travellers. It seems his father had
straigtened up a bit. He was off the bottle and performed nightly at the rutting camel. Baqizr decided his mother
would be the first to suffer. Using some of the coins he had left he bought a new outfit and cloak and wandered
the square until he found her. He approached her cautiously thinking there was no way she would not recognize her
own flesh and blood. Baqizr nearly cut her throat right there. She had no idea who he was, so he simply played the
the part telling her he had a room in the city.