GanuCandali
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A young Drow sits there casually. He'd been running for a long time and makes his way to the surface world. A flashback haunts his mind, him crawling out the earth of Arethil, fist and claw having found a way to the surface world....and freedom. He makes his way through the forests of Falwood, knowing there he would find asylum. He was a man running from his past. He'd gone through hell to get there. He was a blacksmith and could sell his trade to buy his freedom. The marks on his dark blue skin tone mark him as a former slave.
It had been a harsh life and the Drow sisterhood had seen him as little more worth anything than the dirt surrounding them. He sighs a moment. He looks at his hammer for a moment, he felt like a spider without a web, without the forges of his youth. He found himself in Falwood and he first needed to find a place to stay. He shakes off the old memory and looks up, plenty of day light left to make it through the forest of Falwood. He was definitely lost but by his reckoning he could judge where a settlement would be located, so he headed in that direction.
The trees sway gently in the breeze and the sound form the tree branches almost has an ominous sound to them. He'd seen and been through worse, heard worse. He grabs his trusty hammer and makes his way towards civilization...he looks about carefully to make sure none of the Drow followed him to the surface world...he was on his own.
A young Drow sits there casually. He'd been running for a long time and makes his way to the surface world. A flashback haunts his mind, him crawling out the earth of Arethil, fist and claw having found a way to the surface world....and freedom. He makes his way through the forests of Falwood, knowing there he would find asylum. He was a man running from his past. He'd gone through hell to get there. He was a blacksmith and could sell his trade to buy his freedom. The marks on his dark blue skin tone mark him as a former slave.
It had been a harsh life and the Drow sisterhood had seen him as little more worth anything than the dirt surrounding them. He sighs a moment. He looks at his hammer for a moment, he felt like a spider without a web, without the forges of his youth. He found himself in Falwood and he first needed to find a place to stay. He shakes off the old memory and looks up, plenty of day light left to make it through the forest of Falwood. He was definitely lost but by his reckoning he could judge where a settlement would be located, so he headed in that direction.
The trees sway gently in the breeze and the sound form the tree branches almost has an ominous sound to them. He'd seen and been through worse, heard worse. He grabs his trusty hammer and makes his way towards civilization...he looks about carefully to make sure none of the Drow followed him to the surface world...he was on his own.