Role

Chapter 2

What little knowledge I possed of this unusual surface realm seems to fail me at
every turn. The masters of the academy spoke of the inhabitants as lesser beings.
Merely spared their lives for dealing with this burning sun far outweighted any
poissble gains. I am often turned away or stopped with weapons drawn because of my
heritage. The legacy of my people has spread far it seems, for good reason aswell.
Truly the largest difference I have found in this new land is lack of a truly defined
hierarchy and order. Many outsiders would describe my home of Teth Azeleth as a
chaotic place. Be that as it may all of it citizens are driven by the tenants of
the spider goddess and the fear of those who fail in their pursuit. These factors
bring a strange sense of order to the many layered webs of chaos.

With each month that passed the string of the sun slowly became tolerable. My forays
started much earlier in the days with the sun high overhead. As I had experienced
arriving in settlements and villages in the dark of night, the reaction was much the
same. The fear in their eyes on looking at my smooth ebony skin. I drank it all in
savoring their terror. It was not long before I employed my magnificent training
striking under the cover of darkness. Taking the life of a villager, leaving a cold
bloodless corpse in their wake.

After three weeks of nightly raids, the increased patrols of their watch was not
enough to keep my out. During the day I would lurk silently in the shadows. The
rumors of something far worse and demonic than a lone drow amused me. How easily
these simple minded folk had lost their faith and hope. There was no joy left in
their lives fearing that every night was to be there last. They went about their
routines as if zombies. Paralyzed by the despair.