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Chapter 1

Dark Beginnings.
Added Fri Aug 1 09:15:53 2014 at level 1:

My story begins in a dark place, literally dark as the darkest night, and
dark with evil seeping from the very ground itself in Teth Azeleth. I am
told I was born of a an unholy union, consecrated by an unholy pact between
my father, a slave, and a Lesser Matron bargaining with Devils and Demons to
increase her station within this forsaken realm.

What ever it was, I had only known life as a slave in the fields of feed, the
rock fields of fungus. This was not the feed for the Dark Elves themselves,
rather, for their livestock. They would never lower themselves to the point
of not eating living flesh. No, this food would never do for them. Yet it
grew and flourished here, feeding their dark realm version of cattle and
sheep. These fungi though, were not even what we slaves were fed. If we were
fed it was the sludge and molds that grew from the damp rock. Again, one can
only be thankful for any form of sustenance in times of the greatest need. To
steal from the mouths of their livestock was to flirt with death, something
that came swiftly to those of us who were lucky.

This year was to mark my thirty third year, which fell on the third day of
the third month. Portents abounded about my life and death. The sacrificial
altar was being prepared for a dark night in the darkest depths. The lack of
light itself was being sucked in by the blackness of this ritual, that was to
be my ending, or beginning depending on whom you ask. It was as I was being
cleaned by the Matrons themselves, that the completely unexpected happened.
A great commotion could be heard in the square, as an uprising of the slaves
stormed the House walls. Adamantite slashed and whips cracked, and yet the
overseers were over run, trampled and beaten with everything from hands to
chair legs. All things became a weapon in this great cacophony of
pandemonium.

A man, who claimed then to be my father in short breaths, drove back the
Matron as spells lashed into his very hide. I never knew my father, but could
only obey his last command, to run.