Escape from the Underdark

A Chance Meeting

Oh joyous occasion! I believe I made some friends today.

While escaping from a rather unpleasant situation involving a family of Drow (I wasn’t even able to grab one of those delicious smelling sweetrolls!), I chanced upon a curious band of individuals who seemed eager to dispatch the aggressors on my behalf. How very nice of them!

I think they were impressed with the quality of my box.

The one named Elizabeth seemed to suggest that being in a state of ignition might better help her appreciate my next box. Very curious. I must remember to inquire whether this is a shared characteristic among all humans or merely a trait reserved just for the more puzzling female sex. Perhaps during the oxidation process, there is an additional chemical reaction that allows her to see the colors and textures of my box more clearly?

Unfortunately the group hasn’t taken too well to Mister Bellweathers yet, but perhaps after a few days of travel, there might be an opportunity for good conversation between he and them. He is such a good conversationalist. And I am sure they will be amicable to his strongly held views on religion, the color of the true sky, the inherent sexism in patriarchal goblin politics, and the correct use of walnuts in a proper banana bread recipe.

Today was a good day.

-Thrick

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A couple of sketches from our trip to Cairnheim
A grell and an orc vampire

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Or is it a vampire orc?

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Victor Becomes a Drow
My brother's uncertain future
By Elizabeth Black

How could I have been so reckless? How could they have been so careless of his safety? I never should have left Victor, but I didn’t know how suddenly we would come under attack, with so little warning.

When I think rationally, I’m not sure what else could have been done. But that’s not easy to do. There must have been a better option that I missed. I should have thought more carefully about what I was doing. I have the ability to ask the Red Knight what the future holds, but I did not. Maybe it would not have revealed anything of value anyway, but I didn’t even explore the option. I must be more deliberate.

The consequence now is that, though we have brought Victor back from the dead, he will spend the rest of his life as a dark elf. Or “drow,” perhaps, may be more appropriate. I’m sure he’ll have feelings about that. He’ll be dealing with this for a very long time. Come to think of it, the irony is that he’ll now outlive me by many years, maybe centuries.

But how will he live like that after we return to the surface? Papa loves Victor fiercely, but the rest of the world may not be so understanding of his situation. How should Kari feel about bedding with a drow? There are magics that we could bring to bear to hide his appearance in daily court life, but a woman would know the intimate nature of her husband.

All this is moot though until we find a way out of this place. And until we do, I have to make sure Victor is kept safe. He’ll have to learn to defend himself too. I’ll ask Jysae’s help to find someone willing to train him at the Darksong Sanctum.

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Elizabeth Black's Journal: Day 0
The day before the abduction
By Elizabeth Black

I woke up a little earlier than usual today to meet with my trainer for our morning exercises and breakfast before having to get ready for my brother‘s betrothal announcement and subsequent party. This might be my ideal start to my day. Not the primping, of course, but getting out practicing with a blade with Will. Truthfully, I may soon reach the point that I could beat him in single combat, especially if he would allow me use of the Red Knight’s blessings in earnest. But he has much more value to me than his skill with a martial implement. I would have preferred to spend much more of the day with him, but it is not in the cards today.

I am instead wearing a gown that is, to be sure, quite elegant, even if it is not to my own taste. Papa likes it, and it’s important to him to look our best, especially on Victor‘s big day. I’m happy for him. He seems very excited for the big life Papa has set him up for. I still don’t think they understand my polite refusal of Papa’s offer to find me a proper husband of my own. It’s not that I’m ungrateful, because I appreciate very much that the option is there for me if I choose, just as I appreciate Papa supporting my training and studies. I joke with him that soon I’ll be able to go out and kill myself a husband.

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