Prelude
All of my work is based on: R.A. Salvatore's Series on Drizzit Do'Urden, even though he is not in the story. Some names have been used for reference of any reader's of his work, the main character is of my own making though. Also on a lighter note, I'm slow with my writings sometime like everyone else it seems -.-' so bear with me =-D
Zourn Ea'plh, Weapons Master of House Ea'plh rested on one of the many mushrooms by the moos bed in the Northern part of Menzoberranzan. He often did this after the fall of another house from the twisted manners of Drow society. Although he could care less if it even happened. This was the way of the Drow, unfeeling, forever plotting to be the number one house. Lolth the Goddess that the Drow followed and worshiped, with her blessing houses would throw all of their might and will into he bidding like unthinking beasts. It was never like this before the fall of the Council of Menzoberranzan. Those who are foolish enough to think they can escape the world of the Drow are better off dead. The Spider Queen does not allow anyone to leave. Not even on Patrol duties like 3 decades ago. Thirty years wasn't so long in the life of a Drow. The average Drow would live about seven or eight centuries, if you were a Noble that is. Commoners, aren't valued much, even Cousin and such aren't though to be of any value. Zourn always wondered how his race could have come to such horrible standards, but to speak these words would be asking to have your Matron Mother rip open your chest and pull out your black heart for Lolth. He learned long ago not the disrespect the Matron Mother or any females at that either. Zourn noticed the time clock of Menzoberranzan, Narbondel it glows with the magical fires at the base and then rise during the day. Only the appointed Arch mage was allowed to cast this spell. Zourn using his better judgment decided it was to head back home. Leaning off the Mushroom, he walked over to his Subterranean Lizard and got on. Zourn kicked the lizard into motion while he clamped on hard to the saddle as the lizard walked up the side of the wall into the even darker shadows of Menzoberranzan.
All of my work is based on: R.A. Salvatore's Series on Drizzit Do'Urden, even though he is not in the story. Some names have been used for reference of any reader's of his work, the main character is of my own making though. Also on a lighter note, I'm slow with my writings sometime like everyone else it seems -.-' so bear with me =-D
Zourn Ea'plh, Weapons Master of House Ea'plh rested on one of the many mushrooms by the moos bed in the Northern part of Menzoberranzan. He often did this after the fall of another house from the twisted manners of Drow society. Although he could care less if it even happened. This was the way of the Drow, unfeeling, forever plotting to be the number one house. Lolth the Goddess that the Drow followed and worshiped, with her blessing houses would throw all of their might and will into he bidding like unthinking beasts. It was never like this before the fall of the Council of Menzoberranzan. Those who are foolish enough to think they can escape the world of the Drow are better off dead. The Spider Queen does not allow anyone to leave. Not even on Patrol duties like 3 decades ago. Thirty years wasn't so long in the life of a Drow. The average Drow would live about seven or eight centuries, if you were a Noble that is. Commoners, aren't valued much, even Cousin and such aren't though to be of any value. Zourn always wondered how his race could have come to such horrible standards, but to speak these words would be asking to have your Matron Mother rip open your chest and pull out your black heart for Lolth. He learned long ago not the disrespect the Matron Mother or any females at that either. Zourn noticed the time clock of Menzoberranzan, Narbondel it glows with the magical fires at the base and then rise during the day. Only the appointed Arch mage was allowed to cast this spell. Zourn using his better judgment decided it was to head back home. Leaning off the Mushroom, he walked over to his Subterranean Lizard and got on. Zourn kicked the lizard into motion while he clamped on hard to the saddle as the lizard walked up the side of the wall into the even darker shadows of Menzoberranzan.