Ilztlochar sits upon a chair in the place he learned to call home recently, located in Sunbright island, a small room inside House Duul'ssom. He picks up the poor and simple journal to scribble his thoughts, as he watches his love Rhynia, sleeping beside him, she heaves peacefully, with a happy smile on her face, the white man of the fine drowess she is, spread all over her back and into the bed of purple sheets, that she called beautiful.

Perhaps a title would be good to start, as he named the entry...

"One fateful night"

It has been a while since I wrote, and things changed greatly since then, maybe I should try to put into words here, the night that changed it all. It was 40 years ago, in the land of Thay, precisely Eltabbar, the same place I mentioned in my first entry. I was in my adolescence, if I should compare myself to the human stages of aging.

My mother was feeling positive about selling our wares in the market, and my sister was not that happy about going to a land that thrived on the Wizard's ambitions and so much slavery. I was indifferent, for it only mattered if I was safe and helping with my family, so we could move on to a better place soon and see more of the world.
Our travels had brought us to several travel routes and places of interest from east to west.

Things were prospering until late in the afternoon, the month was Tarsahk, but I cannot recall the day exactly. Iymkacha was supposed to find us dinner, which she did, storming off of our room, with her long silvery white hair, that was back then, at least, for now she wears a short, stylish hairdo. Mother stayed in the Inn to account our business and I was sent on an errand to collect a package of ingredients, herbs and reagents for her enchanting.

I took on the minor quest without worry, for it never brought me trouble before, but it seemed that afternoon things would change. Setting out on the sandy streets of the big city, different from Sharessia, all I wore was some ragged leather armor, covered with an old cloak that my mother enchanted for me, and a dagger for my protection. Though I had not much training in fighting, I knew how to defend myself from the occasional pickpocket or to scare away some bully, unfortunately, my training delayed, I had no magic to protect me.

The night fell quickly and things got awfully quiet, I heard whispers of slavers being around and doors closing, lights turning off, as I made my way to the location that was marked in the note old mother G'eldthra gave me.

Some old and fat man grinned at me, saying. "Are you the lass or the boy that the drowess mentioned? I couldn't tell you apart for the life of me."
And he was right, back then, I looked very much like Iymkacha, our hairs at the same size, if not for her pretty voice and eyes, we would be pretty much twins, even though she was one year older.

I gave him the money and collected the quite big package, to return to our inn, it was a cold night, and I think I could feel that some men, three of then, were following me. I must have made a wrong turn in the way back because I soon found myself in an alley, which did not look too friendly, with the eyes of rats staring at us.

The men cornered me, and approached at me with less than friendly gazes, I must have looked too innocent or weak back then, or just the greed of capturing a drow to make profit drove them. I don't know which, and honestly don't care about those days, not anymore, for now in the present, I finally found love.

His wandwriting shifted and he almost broke the tip of the quill he used to write, in surprise, staining the page a bit with the ink, as Rhynia shifted her position on the bed, almost as if she knew he was thinking of her in that very moment, turning to the side, her lovely bottom was facing his way, which brought a wide smile to his face, and he proceeded to rush and finish the long entry to the journal.

And what a beautiful woman she is... but going back to that night, one the men whipped the package away from my hand, and shouted. "Put yer 'ands up, drow! Did ye storm that package, now?"
I only had time to jump back and reach for my dagger, quickly throwing my cloak aside and entering the defensive stance that my mother and sister tried to teach me. The men stared as a slaver with elven-like features came from behind them, perhaps their leader, amongst their laughter.

The half-elf or perhaps some sort of perverted, vengeful elf, which I could not tell for sure, wordlessly threw his whip at my shoulder, and almost threw me off balance. It was not long until I conjured a cloud of darkness and charged at the man, jumping to sink my dagger into one of his eyes in a rush of despair, during his brief state of blindness.

My foe muttered some spell amongst his groans of pain and weakened me, I felt like my consciousness was being taken from me, soon the darkness faded, and all I could see was the moon, as the men dragged me away, and the elf cursed at me for taking his eyes.

From that point on, I can only remember flashes of torture and being beaten by the slavers... That was how my life of a travelling merchant changed to one of a Thayan slave. This entry ends here, for now I want to linger more in my bed, and embrace the delightful woman that waits for me in it. Perhaps the next entry will be about her, since she earned such an important place in my mind, and heart.