This is a story of all the things i have done in life, all the things. It started in a drow city, i have lied about coming from Sanctuary. The first thing i remember is a drow whip, the night i escaped was a complete practise of all the skills i had learnt, i creped up behind a lone guard and with my concealed make-shift dagger i staped him in the low back and her fell silently but to make sure he didnt scearm, when he hit the ground i sliced off his head. It was a small victory copared to the larger scale, i crept through the house gates and killed two more guards, there blood soaked me. I silently and invisably made it to the city gates but the two spider statues came to life... more blood was taken by me... i ran through the underdark untill i came by a lake near sanctuary, i heard the noise of the city and saw it had no races of the underdark guarding the walls, so i washed my rags and my knife and my life began agen, not as Darenum Feld but as Soigo, i cast out my dead, forgotton family and... deep inside, i looked forward to more blood to be spilt...