Many would say that to be a drow is a lucky thing. To be born of such a superior and noble race is a gift. A gift that should be shown how grateful one is by embarrassing the spider queen herself. Lolth the Goddess of the drow, and one of the evil Deities of the Underdark. Yet from my young years on I never understood why the males of the race would take on such teachings. The lies of the drow spread like poison in a wound. Upon learning so many new things when I finally left that dark and evil realm. I realized even more so that the males are truly weak in such a society.
Even my mother hated me, naming me Drisdril a name that in the drow tongue means nothing more then crawling ranger. Yet she kept me and left me with my eldest sister Aunmysklyr, who I to this day deeply believe wished to get out of the Underdark herself. What has become of my sister I will never know I fear, however her teachings held strong as any other drow females would. The six headed snake whip had become a well known adversary in those years as a child. Teachings of basic magics and sword play yet my destiny was to become a Wizard.
Being stationed as a Wizard in the family order pushed me harder then ever to my leaving. For the moment I picked up the light weapons known as a rapier and the cutlass I had felt a relationship with these fine light weapons. I knew where to place my attacks and duel in a fine way. Our weapons master had taught me how to do nothing but attack, and though I could take on anyone with ease I had more fun egging on my instructor then showing the moves to win. It aggravated him so much, however in our years of training I soon learned that he learned something from me. To show no emotion in battle, a fine course for any true swordsman.
Many fight with their heart and they are easily beaten when you know how to poke at them with the right words. Breaking your advisory down is simple enough when you know where to make your move. Just like fencing words can do great damage if they are to be thrust in the right location. Fencing was where my hear laid, deceiving my enemy and using them to my advantage. I loved to truly fight with my mind. This can be the only reason why the Matron decided for me to be sent to the Academy for study in magic. For the gifted in the mind always were more magically adept then physically adept. Yet did it truly matter what my young years held?
Did they truly shape who I was, or did they only set a foundation for me? What is the truth of Drisdril is that even what his true name was? It meant so much in the drow world yet to the human ear it sounds melodic. Does this mean that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Yet many would run at the thought of a beholder, for a look at such a creature would surly kill you. Would I have been better off following the Matron's words and done what she said? Would I have been a better wizard? I surly do not know anymore, nor do I care.
 Captain Jessie Hawk · Sun Dec 14, 2008 @ 06:55am · 0 Comments |
