Post by Silentus on Dec 21, 2003 8:18:14 GMT
...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 1, Day 2, Year of the Dragon
I write this just after my first week on the island and have settled down well, and made friends. But, what disturbs people the most is my burning hatred of the drow so i hope my tale will explain this to those and to others who view me harshly.
I grew up in a small fishing village secluded from most of civilisation and life was good with my parents loving and caring and a brother who looked up to me. Life was simple, but full, and the local peoples of the village where a friendly and generous sort, always willing to help others. Sometimes Dwarves from a nearby clan would visit and trade with the village, and all was peaceful.... until a year ago.
I remember the day well, a large company of Dwarven warriors ...larger than any villager had ever seen, had come to the village, stating they were on patrol and warning us to stay inside I remember my father asking the leader of the Patrol, Borri: "Why, whats happening Borri?" "Drow have been spotted raiding the lands just a wee bit south o' here Midren, get everyone inside! We'll protect ye!" With that everyone threw themselves to panic, and worst of all luck, the drow attacked at that very moment. The Dwarves were taken by surprise and took a while to get organised.....the drow used this time well. They raised half of the village to the ground before any real resistance was organised by the Dwarves, and the carnage was a terrible sight of bloodletting and Genocide.
Me and my family were fortunate that we managed to hide from the Drow under a small peer just to the south of the main village, and so there we hid, until the screams died down. Suddenly, my mother cries out: "where's Marten!?" My father replies "I thought he was with you Gaddi!! Have you seen him Karl?" I shook my head in reply, as i was too shaken to speak, and my parents wailed in their despair. We all climbed out of the water and rushed back to the village, to see a scene of utter destruction and ruin ....not a building was left standing. Villagers hacked and maimed and brutalised...and only a handful of Dwarves remained. My father rushed up to Borri, who was nursing a deep gash on his forearm "Borri!! Have you seen Marten!" he bellowed at the dwarf. "Nay man, i havent! What b' th' problem lad?" "He's missing! He's not with us!" My father wailed "The remaining few Drow fled with some captives! they musta taken him!" With that, Borri quickly gathered his Axe and shield.."Lads! we gotta go after them drow!!" All the remaining dwarves gathered around Borri, as well as all the surviving male villagers, including myself, armed with whatever we could use as a weapon, Nets, Knives, Forks and so on. .....The drow where beaten up pretty bad, so it didnt take long to find them...and we saw Marten there. We fell upon them like possesed demons and not a one survived, however, in a last act of defiance and cruelty the last remaining Drow warrior, slit the captives throats with his dagger....Martens first of all....while i looked on in horror. ............nothing can compare to that feeling of despair......
After this, we rebuilt the village and life grew on, but instead of fishing, i took up swordplay intent on hunting down any drow i could find. I would forray out alone, just to search for drow, but there never where any more. It was on my last forage into the wilderness, that my life was taken away from that land, and brought to this I found Drow!! 2 of them, and they looked like they were surveying the land for another attack!! I quickly thought of a plan of murder, and drew my trusty Longsword! However, as i charged into the fray, another Drow, a priestess maybe, appeared from nowhere, and warned her comrades of my charge. I slew one warrior, but the other, now ready, faced me on equal terms, and i then realised how inexperienced i truly was. I was hard-pressed, and with the priestess now into the fray, i had to flee or be cut down. I ran, but the priestess cast some sort of spell at me, just as i thought i was safe. I know not what the spell was, but it hit my sword ....which caused a great explosion. I know not if that was what the Priestess had in mind, and i know not if the explosion killed her as well...because when i woke up, i was in this land.....shaken confused and angry, angry with the Drow. So those of you who think my prejudice wrong, think on my story first....and judge me not too strongly.
No editing was employed in this interview. At no point has any content been added or removed from the subjects original interview. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler
I write this just after my first week on the island and have settled down well, and made friends. But, what disturbs people the most is my burning hatred of the drow so i hope my tale will explain this to those and to others who view me harshly.
I grew up in a small fishing village secluded from most of civilisation and life was good with my parents loving and caring and a brother who looked up to me. Life was simple, but full, and the local peoples of the village where a friendly and generous sort, always willing to help others. Sometimes Dwarves from a nearby clan would visit and trade with the village, and all was peaceful.... until a year ago.
I remember the day well, a large company of Dwarven warriors ...larger than any villager had ever seen, had come to the village, stating they were on patrol and warning us to stay inside I remember my father asking the leader of the Patrol, Borri: "Why, whats happening Borri?" "Drow have been spotted raiding the lands just a wee bit south o' here Midren, get everyone inside! We'll protect ye!" With that everyone threw themselves to panic, and worst of all luck, the drow attacked at that very moment. The Dwarves were taken by surprise and took a while to get organised.....the drow used this time well. They raised half of the village to the ground before any real resistance was organised by the Dwarves, and the carnage was a terrible sight of bloodletting and Genocide.
Me and my family were fortunate that we managed to hide from the Drow under a small peer just to the south of the main village, and so there we hid, until the screams died down. Suddenly, my mother cries out: "where's Marten!?" My father replies "I thought he was with you Gaddi!! Have you seen him Karl?" I shook my head in reply, as i was too shaken to speak, and my parents wailed in their despair. We all climbed out of the water and rushed back to the village, to see a scene of utter destruction and ruin ....not a building was left standing. Villagers hacked and maimed and brutalised...and only a handful of Dwarves remained. My father rushed up to Borri, who was nursing a deep gash on his forearm "Borri!! Have you seen Marten!" he bellowed at the dwarf. "Nay man, i havent! What b' th' problem lad?" "He's missing! He's not with us!" My father wailed "The remaining few Drow fled with some captives! they musta taken him!" With that, Borri quickly gathered his Axe and shield.."Lads! we gotta go after them drow!!" All the remaining dwarves gathered around Borri, as well as all the surviving male villagers, including myself, armed with whatever we could use as a weapon, Nets, Knives, Forks and so on. .....The drow where beaten up pretty bad, so it didnt take long to find them...and we saw Marten there. We fell upon them like possesed demons and not a one survived, however, in a last act of defiance and cruelty the last remaining Drow warrior, slit the captives throats with his dagger....Martens first of all....while i looked on in horror. ............nothing can compare to that feeling of despair......
After this, we rebuilt the village and life grew on, but instead of fishing, i took up swordplay intent on hunting down any drow i could find. I would forray out alone, just to search for drow, but there never where any more. It was on my last forage into the wilderness, that my life was taken away from that land, and brought to this I found Drow!! 2 of them, and they looked like they were surveying the land for another attack!! I quickly thought of a plan of murder, and drew my trusty Longsword! However, as i charged into the fray, another Drow, a priestess maybe, appeared from nowhere, and warned her comrades of my charge. I slew one warrior, but the other, now ready, faced me on equal terms, and i then realised how inexperienced i truly was. I was hard-pressed, and with the priestess now into the fray, i had to flee or be cut down. I ran, but the priestess cast some sort of spell at me, just as i thought i was safe. I know not what the spell was, but it hit my sword ....which caused a great explosion. I know not if that was what the Priestess had in mind, and i know not if the explosion killed her as well...because when i woke up, i was in this land.....shaken confused and angry, angry with the Drow. So those of you who think my prejudice wrong, think on my story first....and judge me not too strongly.
No editing was employed in this interview. At no point has any content been added or removed from the subjects original interview. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler
