Post by CrimsonWinds on Jun 18, 2005 0:55:25 GMT -5
*Darkness poured from his heart as he casted Morrigan to the clouds, leaving his very roots to uprise into him once again. He ignored the celtic culture as he spat on the ground, his crimson eyes merely having a darkening rupture of hatred. His voice was that of stern malice as his mind seemed to crumble. He had been under much stress but now he could feel something...something changing in him.
He never truly enjoyed darkness as a kid. He always was the type to stand in the light and let it show him the way. Some say he was the offspring of a light elf, other dared not speak against him for his bloodline was without question. Still, oddities would hold true. He never enjoyed the caves and never enjoyed serving Lolth the Drow goddess of Chaos. He hated her actually and hated everything she was. He however reseved his might for the Drow God of Thieves and Eilistraee Goddess of the Good drow.
However as he entered this celtic country his views changed and he drove all three of the gods away from his mind so he could maintain a clear view on the world. There was when he fell into the service of Morrigan, However he knew now, they were foolish. Time and Time again, the matrons of the Underdark spoke of how they must fear the gods but as he walked towards the forest, denouncing Morrigan and Anu, he knew he faced death...but it did not come....nothing came to hurt him. Were they real? or were they some objects in his mind, a high power then him, that he had to deal with to keep his own swelling magic in a bind.
~Breathing deeply he questioned himself, his roots of his life and what he was doing and in so doing so, the roots of the Drow entered into his heart. Hatred, he felt....it rose up his mind into his bones. taking over the very sanity he had hoped to stop it. Softly he breathed, softly he denounced everything that held dominion in his mind. He withdrew his spear and merely hissed, becoming what he feared. A complete Drow. ....
<To be continued.>
He never truly enjoyed darkness as a kid. He always was the type to stand in the light and let it show him the way. Some say he was the offspring of a light elf, other dared not speak against him for his bloodline was without question. Still, oddities would hold true. He never enjoyed the caves and never enjoyed serving Lolth the Drow goddess of Chaos. He hated her actually and hated everything she was. He however reseved his might for the Drow God of Thieves and Eilistraee Goddess of the Good drow.
However as he entered this celtic country his views changed and he drove all three of the gods away from his mind so he could maintain a clear view on the world. There was when he fell into the service of Morrigan, However he knew now, they were foolish. Time and Time again, the matrons of the Underdark spoke of how they must fear the gods but as he walked towards the forest, denouncing Morrigan and Anu, he knew he faced death...but it did not come....nothing came to hurt him. Were they real? or were they some objects in his mind, a high power then him, that he had to deal with to keep his own swelling magic in a bind.
~Breathing deeply he questioned himself, his roots of his life and what he was doing and in so doing so, the roots of the Drow entered into his heart. Hatred, he felt....it rose up his mind into his bones. taking over the very sanity he had hoped to stop it. Softly he breathed, softly he denounced everything that held dominion in his mind. He withdrew his spear and merely hissed, becoming what he feared. A complete Drow. ....
<To be continued.>
