Your station, as it has been come to known in the realm of the Drow. Is the place where you are meant to be. All Drow have their own station through out their long lived lives. I myself had been through three stations of Drow life. The first being the house boy of House Lo'Roud, the second were my years of training with the weapons master.
One might say that my years with the weapons master would be a time in which I would learn what I would need for my third station. However it wasn't the case, the house boys as well as the house girls would all be trained in the art of fighting. I enjoyed learning the ways of the blades. As well as the other weapons out there, though I was never allowed nor was the weapon master allowed to use the six headed snake whip.
A yes the six headed snake whip a weapon of Lolth. How I despise it so, it tore at my skin so many times in my young years. Being young was hard for someone of my blood. I was not born with the knowledge the others already possessed, though I was forced to remember, even the slightest of slips even if I had wished to not slip would turn bad. Slip of the tongue and then I would feel the bite of the dreaded whip. How I hated it so.
It was in these years that my hatred for my family grew. Yet I am not sure if I would call it hatred for my family or for my race. Yet once again it may be towards Lolth herself. Can I truly blame the Drow for their mistakes? I am sure some of the teachings of why we came to the Underdark are true, yet they can not all be true. I would believe that in a minor detail of difference between the Elves and Drow a battle occurred. Where we hid in the Underdark. This would hold most true, and a great time for the Spider Queen herself to pounce on a new prey.
In all of their years in the Underdark I do not believe that the Drow ever saw their weakness. They gave to much to Lolth that they lost most of their freedom. They give everything to her now! That is what aggravates me the most about my race. They see themselves as so high and in her favor yet they do not know what it is like to live. If only the took to the sea once and sailed across its vast blue waves! Oh the glory they would learn in seeing what the world truly holds. The Underdark is not all there is to the world! No matter how much the sun may burn my eyes, what the day holds is always something grand to behold!
 Captain Jessie Hawk · Sat Dec 20, 2008 @ 05:50am · 0 Comments |
