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<blockquote data-quote="Paka" data-source="post: 1100698" data-attributes="member: 100">Your father has been to the surface.&nbsp; One of the Empress's nieces was sick and only a flower from the Above would cure her.&nbsp; The sun burned his skin into a deep black.&nbsp; His cheeks turn purple when Mother says something bold.&nbsp; Most of the time when anyone asks him about the above he only mumbles some unintelligible into his ivory-colored handlebar mustache.&nbsp;Last night at dinner he confided in you, &quot;I remember looking up at the stars and not being able to believe that my ancestors were such fools to give up the sky.&nbsp; Then a few hours later the sun was beating down on us.&nbsp; We found a cave to camp in for the day but the glare seemed to invade our eyelids no matter what we did.&nbsp;&quot;Good luck up there and remember that as far up as the stars look above us, that is how deep the hells are below.&quot;&nbsp;Mother was more pragmatic and reminded you of your history, &quot;Remember that the Elves and our race were once one.&nbsp; We went to the Gods and petitioned them with prayer and sacrifice.&nbsp; Once we had their attention we asked for a soul.&nbsp; We knew they existed, humans had them.&nbsp;&quot;The Gods declined.&nbsp;&quot;We asked every power we could before the Demons whispered to us from Hell.&nbsp; The men ruled us then and they voted to go into the deep, where the Devils and Demons whispers could be heard more accurately.&nbsp; &nbsp;Down we went into the Deep led by men.&quot;&nbsp; She says the final word like a curse.&nbsp; Your father excuses himself from the table and leaves the dining hall.&nbsp; Slaves clean up his spot at the table, eyes downcast.&nbsp;&quot;The souls we were given were the broken souls the Demons and Devils of the deep could offer us.&nbsp; Now only women rule the Drow.&nbsp; Men had their time and their time was filled with fumbling and foolery.&nbsp; Our eras have brought us conquest and power.&nbsp;&quot;Take the thirteen daggers of your ancestors.&nbsp; Each dagger bears the name of one of the Matriarchs of this clan.&nbsp; They will grow in power as you do.&nbsp;&quot;Good luck in the Above, daughter.&nbsp; Serve the Empress well and do our family's name proud.&nbsp; Remember that your name is only borrowed from your ancestors and one day you will have to return it.&nbsp; I know you will return yours untarnished.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Paka, post: 1100698, member: 100"] Your father has been to the surface. One of the Empress's nieces was sick and only a flower from the Above would cure her. The sun burned his skin into a deep black. His cheeks turn purple when Mother says something bold. Most of the time when anyone asks him about the above he only mumbles some unintelligible into his ivory-colored handlebar mustache. Last night at dinner he confided in you, "I remember looking up at the stars and not being able to believe that my ancestors were such fools to give up the sky. Then a few hours later the sun was beating down on us. We found a cave to camp in for the day but the glare seemed to invade our eyelids no matter what we did. "Good luck up there and remember that as far up as the stars look above us, that is how deep the hells are below." Mother was more pragmatic and reminded you of your history, "Remember that the Elves and our race were once one. We went to the Gods and petitioned them with prayer and sacrifice. Once we had their attention we asked for a soul. We knew they existed, humans had them. "The Gods declined. "We asked every power we could before the Demons whispered to us from Hell. The men ruled us then and they voted to go into the deep, where the Devils and Demons whispers could be heard more accurately. Down we went into the Deep led by men." She says the final word like a curse. Your father excuses himself from the table and leaves the dining hall. Slaves clean up his spot at the table, eyes downcast. "The souls we were given were the broken souls the Demons and Devils of the deep could offer us. Now only women rule the Drow. Men had their time and their time was filled with fumbling and foolery. Our eras have brought us conquest and power. "Take the thirteen daggers of your ancestors. Each dagger bears the name of one of the Matriarchs of this clan. They will grow in power as you do. "Good luck in the Above, daughter. Serve the Empress well and do our family's name proud. Remember that your name is only borrowed from your ancestors and one day you will have to return it. I know you will return yours untarnished." [/QUOTE]

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