((Just a portrait of my favorite drow. ^^))
The Underdark, Menzoberranzan, deep under the surface of Faerûn, my
old home, even if i could never call it a home at all, and Cyrodil, quite far
away from there, maybe a totally different dimension, who would know?
Both worlds seem so real, it’s just like Cyrodil was all I ever wished for,
everything I could imagine, but never dared to hope for.
Maybe you’d think that I’ve gotten crazy, or ask yourself what the hell I
am talking about here, but let me explain first, then decide your sight of
all this.
First, you should know who I am. My name is Daeron Maerdyn. As you
would call me a dark elf, I can’t denie the fact that you are right in a
special way. But I’m not that kind of dark elf, you would expect me to be.
In fact, I am one of the Drow, one of those, you’d name cruel, arrogant,
hateful, cold hearted or whatever. Someone you would blame for
murdery or hunting the weak, but let me tell you, that exactly that is not
what I hate most.
I grew up within my house and its strict hierarchy. My childhood was
nothing to mention really, at least it was boring all along, I had to do the
housework, serve my mother and my sisters, and the less I could expect
from them was a sighn to leave the room afterwards. They never told me
any friendly word. When there was nothing to do for me, I was on my
own, all alone in my little room. I did all I had to do, and it seemed just
normal, except to myself. I always asked myself, why all had to be like
that, and my issues didn’t change at the fighter’s academy my mother
sent me to.
In contrairy, I started to defend my innocence against what they tried to
teach the students here. All the stories about Lolth the spider queen, all
those lies! I couldn’t believe it, and I didn’t want to. Didn’t they see, that
what they all do is just evil? Yeah, they call the light elves exactly that
evil. They change the facts so that all students might believe, and most
terribly, they do!
After some little efford to keep my believed frieds, and to pull them onto
my side, I gave it up. They started to act somehow weird, and off course
they went to our masters to tell them about my strange thoughts. It was
so annoying, seeming to be the only individual in the whole underdark
who understands the truth! But it brought me only pain and suffering, and
finally I kept my mouth shut, and just tried to face my tests alone. At
least the training at the academy, and my good experience made it worth
to go on.
I graduated as one of the best, and after ten years of abstinece, had to
go back to my house. Somehow I was looking forward to see my small
room again, with all my personal stuff in it, carrying my memories of the
past. But like I had to recognize painfully, nothing else had changed.
I had to follow the guardians of my house then, obedient and ready to
defend it, if anyone should dare to attack. Soon I got tired of that, and
again, all those strange thoughts came to my mind. What if I could decide
for myself? What I’d like to do? How I wanted to react to others? I’ve
been wearing that stupid mask of obedience for years now, and it really
sucks! Why can’t I just be myself? I’m not the one who asked for a life
like this! But there’s no one to blame, exclude destiny, but I didn’t believe
in such things those days. It was so damn unfair...
But when Narbondel, a huge stick of stone shew up the night, slowly
covering the surface with darkness, I was still stuck in thoughts, and
then, maybe the first time of my life, I made my decission.
Before daybreak, I collected all my things together, and with them my
swords. I was unsure, what life would be, if I could just make it to the
surface, but I was sure, that this is what I had to do.
Not long, and my house noticed me, running away, embarrasing them all,
and off course beeing heretic. They followed me, hunting for my life, but
even if I coulndn’t say how afterwards, I managed to escape the
underdark, and enter the surface, where the sun was already shining
lightly from above.
I was terribly fartigue, almost unable to do one more single step from
here, but I had to, that’s what I knew for sure. My people wouldn’t give
up unless they found me. I closed my eyes against the light and kept on
running blindly into what meant to be a forest, until something beat my
head. I fell down onto the leaves, which almost made no sound.
The next thing, I remembered, was the forest in which I awoke. It
seemed to be rather different, but somehow peaceful. Nothing to worry,
as I told myself. It was night, dark, the wind was little cool but that’s
nothing I coulnd’t deal with.
While recalling what my people tought me about the human race, I came
to the conclusion, that it might be better to get me something to cover
my shapes and face, but actually, I never did, and that is, because...
Uhm... let’s say, this world, that I expectet to be the surface of Faerûn is
somehow different...
Most surprisingly nobody seemed to mind a Drow running around in their
cities, triying to find a job, struggleing to survive out here. When I started
to get really dizzy, someone told me, where I have come to, and that it
most likely, had been a failure within a magical teleportation spell that
brought me here.
I soon had to learn, that the dark elves here, are almost like I always
wanted to be. They’re skilled in fighting no matter what! They are well
known for their swift movements, and the power they have, although
they are, and that attracts me most, peaceful to all other races, and
made the surface their home.
So now, I don’t know what it had been, that brought me here. My own
wish for that to happen, heard by a god willing to help me, or just my
pure destiny? But as I am here in Cyrodil to face my future, and lucky to
have the rest of my life to spend in its beautiful lands, I’ll see what I can
achieve. I don’t need to hide for my desires, I can do whatever I want to,
if I stay with the law, I can decide for myself, and help the ones I think to
depend on. In addition, I can improve my skills and techniques, and
maybe some day be someone the world will remember...
