• A journal, leatherbound and brand new save for the first page which reads in shakey lettering. 'I. Love. You.', is often find at the drowess' side. One drow, Rhynia Krie Tha'lredra, the strange wild woman with eyes that were unusual for a dark-elf, clings to this journal as if it were her life. And for her, it was, for it explained in her own shakey hand-writing, her life as best she could interpret it. It reads:*
  

"I have not been writing long. It hurts my hand, and makes me conf......."

• Here, the lettering smudges abit as if repeatedly rubbed out and replaced. Some other larger words are also rubbed out and re-written repeatedly. All of the lettering is shakey and written with uncertainty.*
  

"Confused. I keep trying to learn to write better for my Ilztlochar because he likes to write me letters. And I want to read them to myself when I am alone in the forest. Also want to tell of my story.

I was born to house Tha'lredra before it's fall. It was a small house barely known. My mother matron saw my green eyes and told her older daughter to send me to the surface and kill me there and blame it on the moon elves they targeted for their next raid. She was scared that other drow would say she slept with a surfacer.

My mother matron did not cry for me, I know this. I remember cold red eyes that looked down at me with hatred. The daughter, my sister, I remember secretly treated me with kindness when she had to be alone with me. My sister was barren and would bear no young so she made her time with me matter. That is all I remember, but all in dreams so I do not know if it is truly what happened. Even if it is not true I like to think it was because I want to believe there was some love in my life before I met my Dark Angel.

The surface elves I think they knew about the raid, for they waited and listened and heard the plan to kill the baby, me, that they carried with them. The surface elves were angry and they fought hard to rescue me from the dark elves. They did for I am here now alive.

They raised me the surface elves. Told me of the story of how they came to have me there. But though they treated me with kindness the elves who were my foster parents did not love me as I don't think they knew how. I was a dark elf and I scared them.

I grew tired of the contempt I felt from the rest of the village who did not aid in the rescue. Those elves tried to vote to cast me into the forest to die alone. I fled before they could vote. I grew up most of my life upon the land using the skills my foster parents taught me. Herb gathering and hunting, tracking and killing prey but always respectful of that prey. I prayed to the gods every time I had to kill to eat when plants were scarce due to cold and frost. I begged forgiveness and I think they gave it to me because it wasn't many years before I discovered I was being hunted. I hid and watched and found out it was drow hunting me. They called me 'traitor'.

I ran for many years hiding from the drow. They scared me and often I could not hunt or forage, so many days I spent hungry and alone. The Huntress came to exist when they started chasing me. I found myself growing wilder by the day. The Huntress, the L'Talya scares me still to this day.

On the final day of their hunt, they chased me to a human city on a coast I know not the name of. They could not hunt me in the human city because they knew the humans would kill them. I hid well on one of the boats and fell into deep reverie from tiredness and hunger.

I came to after what seemed like days of rest. One of the sailors found me while I reveried and fed me while in that state. It was my first encounter with kindness. I remember him, he was very nice to me. He kept me hidden on the boat until the other sailors found me. But he was afraid to tell them that he hid me there so he didn't stop them as they put me on a skiff and sent me adrift and alone again. They were at least kind enough to give me food and water and an oar with which to paddle my way to the islands in the distance.

That's when I found myself in the kingdom of Haven.

I watched the city. I was afraid of the other drow, of the elves and of the humans and other strange people I saw there. I thought they would hunt me and hurt me or kill me. Or enslave me. I would rather die then be a slave. It would kill me slowly for I am free and freedom itself. So I hid and watched. I met a nice man Khammul but I got scared again and hid. Then I met Ilztlochar. Not just once but a few times.

I felt pulled to him. Like something wanted me to be close to him. I thought it was my god's will to be Ilztlochar's mate, and when I found out I was free I shared myself with him because it felt right and it felt perfect.

Now I am to be his wife.

My life has come full circle. The gods have smiled upon me with the presence of my Ilztlochar, my Dark Angel. I feel his love even when I am not with him. The rings he gave to me never come off. I will wear his name inked upon my skin so that the world knows who I belong to, heart, body, and soul.

This is my life. It is not pretty and my writing is bad but I tried my best to put charcoal to paper. I hope it can be understood.


Rhynia Krie Tha'lredra
Fiance to Ilztlochar Do'ervs
L'Talya"