A rusted hook holding moldy bands of leather drains the blood from my arms and had been preventing any rest.
Kerplink the sound of a fat droplet of water falls somewhere in the distance and echoes a maddening chorus of reverberation.
Kerplink starts the shadows dancing wildly again over the dusty, cobwebbed filled walls. In this weakened state, reality seems gone. Only shards of memories
A forced heinous-smelling beverage.
Strong lashes that could not come quick enough.
A sadistic chuckle.
An order disrupted
A rule disregarded
Ah yes, that was it. Was it? I. I did not comply with the order, the way. The punishment was swift, and unyielding and. cruel with forced illumination. But for what? But for what?
Because I could imagine myself beyond the reckoning of the matriarch? My abuse served their folly well, so it seemed.
But I am becoming fond of these shadows, and them of me. See now how they dance for me as I manipulate the light.
Yes I shall manipulate the light, bend it to my will. Oh, such a wondrous idea there must be another to share in the grandeur but who, who might be worthy to share in such splendor.
I scream in anguish and force the light in wicked acuteness forming a being that was me. The creator must not be denied. They shall get what is coming.
Description:
He is slender but fit, perhaps a little tall for a drow. His skin has a
purplish hue and appears semi-translucent. His eyebrows have been groomed
in wicked arches, highlighting his dull grey eyes that seem to be looking at
something beyond reckoning. A sharp nose, pointed chin, and bony cheekbones
somehow give him a slightly regal appearance. He moves about, almost in
slow motion, as if navigating some thick liquid.
