*written in blood on a scrap of parchment*

Uktar 9 Year 152

This is the last will and testament of Mileena Hillsborough:

What can I say. This is ironic because I don't have anything except the feeling slowly seeping out of my lower body. And I don't think I'll have that for much longer. I guess I write for posterity, not like there will be anyone who finds this godawful cavein.

I was part of Menzo Slave Pen 11-AA, being driven by House Valthor to a mining site. Another day, another job, another period between meditating on dying as a final escape.

A strange rumbling was heard, and without warning, a half dozen umberhulks overran us. They took just a few minutes to kill the drow, but we didn't stick around for schadenfruede.

Into the darkness we fled with a feeble torch to guide us. Within minuted we were completely lost. I thought for a moment how blindly wandering to find a place to die was better than slavery. The justification was there, somewhere, but only now as I saunter toward's death's door does it seem clear that it was the right thing to do.

We found a water source and managed to kill some creature for sustinance, but our respite was short-lived. Another rumbling was heard, but this time it was no umberhulk. It was a cave in directly overhead. I do not know how many of them survived, but when the dust settled, I was pinned under a pile of large boulders, immediately next to some pour soul whose skull was crushed. A quick way to go. So, using his blood, here I am. Waiting to die, hopefully giving some other pitiful soul a few moments of entertainment. I've wanted to die all these years, and here it is, and this is my magnum opus. I've accomplished nothing in my life. I think I'll rest now and just pass away quietly.

*later, in a darker color of dried blood*

"You're not meant to die yet."

I heard it. I swear I heard it as it woke me from my sleep. The stones spoke to me, and a rumbling followed as I fell forward out from under the pinned rocks that were re settling. I couldn't move, but I heard whispers around me, silent, indiscernable whispers, and they spoke to my spirit energy. My ki resonated with something, but I am not sure what it is. Suddenly, one of the voices got louder. It was dwarven, and it beckoned me to come hither... Maybe one day when I really do die, I'll look back on this and laugh. Hoo-boy.

-M