Prelude : Part I. Who was Immacolata?

I write this so i will not forget the indignity visited upon me by my captors.

Who was I? The knowledge of my life, family and lands of my home is either erased or became food for the aberrant. My short memories are of dwelling in darkness, of being mentally dominated, and serving my overlord.

In what capacities was my service to the abominations? I have sporadic memories of physically assaulting slaves like myself for the Illithids amusement, and noting their glee at any goodness or sentience in me being horrified by what they made me do. And then my master would replace much of that horror with love for it, and desire to please it's twisted interests.

I remember some greater awareness of control. Just as i was a puppet to my overlord, it was a puppet to something greater, more powerful and foul than itself. A great dominator of overlords.

One day i felt the ministrations of my master fade. There were things more pressing than maintaining it's lesuire. And it continued to fade as it was occupied with something else. Like a ill treated animal i slipped away as far from it's countenance as possible. And then i was free. Feeling damaged, violated and disorientated. But i was free! And i ran through the darkness, slipping past horrors then running again.

But, whatever i was is no more. And whatever laid there in my mind is now the gaping cold maw of absence. When i turn my thoughts to what is missing, they are buffeted away by a dark and cold vacuum. The memories lining that cold vacuum like a skin are of the dominators and their one ruler. My response to that skin is nausea, ever growing hatred and desire for vengeance.

Prelude : Part II. Who is Immacolata now?

Early when i came to Sanctuary, the followers of Tyr and Sune showed me around the markets and Temples, and ministered to me about faith. I was shown The Societys chapter house, and the Order of Greycloaks, but i could not be allowed into their ranks till i had chosen a patron. It was a test one of them told me. Reading in the library for days, it became obvious as soon as i came across the name, my firey spirit welcomed Hoar, The Doombringer. Now i pray to him often, instead of talking to myself out loud, on how i want to be worthy to strike at my captors. And i wait, as i grow strong, for the opportunity to be presented by my lord, Hoar.

The Society of the Ordered Mind can be used as a limb, and the will my god. The Ordinants are both frightening and inspiring, and i'm doing my best to enter their ranks. I can almost see the day now, when i will have the chance to strike with a righteous fist at the abominations that enslaved me. But for now i wait, as i grow strong, for the opportunity to be presented by my lord, Hoar.

So i grow strong. I practice and meditate everyday, and i pray. The Monks of Grumbar at the Hold tell me, "You must cleanse your body and mind with pain, so you can see the world the way it is". Their other axiom; "Kill your parents, kill your teachers, kill yourself". Enigmatic at best! But i understand that the ties that hold Nuns and Monks to a normal life must be severed. Then i suppose its fortunate i don't remember normal life. But all the Monks tell me, my thirst for vengance is a heated stone thrown into the Pond of Serenity, and that stone boils the water and disturbs the surface, that my practice is tainted and impure. But i still practice, and i wait, as i grow strong, for the opportunity to be presented by my lord, Hoar.