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In a dank pit by Elivia Stormcrow

((for some reason I had problems structuring this journal and it may be poorly written :D )

Seems I am in the underdark. I woke up there naked with nothing, not even clothing. The devil must of thought it beyond amusing to send me into this pit with nothing, not even my spellbook.

Regardless I do not wish to write about my past that is gone and dead along with my cursed engagement.

I now find myself in a city full of escaped slaves from the illithid and drow and while at first I hated my situation, I now find it to my liking.

A den of corruption and lies this city is, full of arcane knowledge and ways to power. Made by the sniveblin long ago it holds mysteries that have never been discovered. I will discover them and become powerful, I will learn how to reach for more power, I will rule this city. I will find my way to power and become a queen and one day a goddess. I am already better then everyone I have ever met. All people are sheep, they can be controlled and manipulated, they are foolish, living their lives eating and sleeping and then reproducing for more eating and sleeping in a dull cycle. They have no ambition, they will never attain greatness. My first step down my path will be unlocking the ruins and mysteries of this city.

Unfortunately for me it is hard to reach these ruins to unlock any knowledge they may hold due to and an organisation known as the Spellguard. They basically run this city and control the councilors (the apparent power) with their puppet strings. They have ingeniously banned the use of magic in nearly all parts of the city be using the fear people have of their former masters. They say if too much magic is cast in the city the drow and illithid will hear it and come back to enslave them. I can see through their lies.

I am trying to join them for access to the knowledge they possess and have met with one of their assiociates De la Rey.