Background of 'Sylphic Fissure' Bones littered the fissure, one hundred and eleven years ago as the hailstorm raged up above, winds wistled and the thunder cracked open the sky, when my mother crawled into the only unocupied cavern to give birth to her 9th son. My father,a looking male servant to my mother looked down and uttered "9th son shall be called 'Sylphic Fissure', for he was born unto the cracks of the plane, Ysgard". Years had past, at this time of my life I had no knowledge about 'the source' from which everthing sprange from,,only the hammering of the dwarfs tunneling from below our grotto and the meed and milk that I was adventually weened from. My youth was uneventfull,I grew strong leggs running everday to fetch supplies for the clan. Life was not easy under the cloak of Yggdrasil. The food was plentifull but getting it was hard. We would send 12 of our best drow hunters out everyday into the wilderness but because of the portal that was hidden nearby and allowed the bloodthirsty Drow loyal to Kiaransalee, only a few at best would return. When the sounds of thunder clashing in the stormy sky or the winds crossing the roughen terraine wouldn't break the silence, then the thousands of Dark Dwarf hammers below ground ,gouging out another tunnel or such would. The only light that we might ever have to hide from here in Ysgard is that light, that shines below them earthburgs, that glitter with fire light. To offset the missery and hardships we Drow would celebrate festivals,sing drink and dance often toward our goddess 'the Dark Maiden'. I would also join in , although I was concidered the worst dancer and singer of the drows and was banned from ever doing so again. I did however partake of the feywine quit often, maybe too much. We might also celebrate the removal of Dark Drow from our domain, our little nook on the surface of Ysgard. At the age of 32 I was given a Drow Bow and was tought in the old ways of using it, an art that is slowly becoming lost. The skills as I grew older was put much to the test in defending ourselves. My brothers and I often served as look outs for our outpost and would climb huge trees, making camp and watching over the land. 30 years had passed and I had seen much death from our clan being slaughtered slowly a little at a time, as well 5 of my brothers have been layed to waiste. You see, the Dark drow had found a gap, a weakness in our defense and assaulted us every night after night till our numbers dwindled. Our leader,a wise old hardened drow female requested reinforcements and asked for volenteres to deliver the messege to a local dwarven stronghold, an outpost quite the ways away. 'The message requests that you send reinforcements to us soon'. 20 of us took it upon ourselves to deliver it. Halfway to the dwarven outpost we were lost in a blizzard,one that has not been seen in a hundred years, our bucklers froze to our elbows, the strings on our bows snapped and to make it all worse we were ambushed by frost giants whom hurled boulders upon us. When all was finished 3 of us remained alive. The frost giant lifting rocks and throwing them revealed an ancient portal long lost in time. We could see into the portal and saw half-elves around a warm fire in a land unknown by us, eating well and smiling. The three of us knew we were dying and still had a weeks journey to travel, we would never make it on time nor alive. We tossed ourselves thru the portal towards the heat of the fire. We thought that somehow by surviving by going into the portal we may be able to still find a way back to Ysgard and deliver the message, when we were strong. I awoke to the half elves tending to my wounds; it seems the other two that came with me already left to find a way to return to Ysgard a week ago. The leader (then known as the young half-elf Ambar Vergrove}Was a good host and told me of 'the source' and the faction he belong to. I believe in his speaking and decided to join the faction. Once I was fully healed I trusted that the drows will be alright, and proceeded to seek truth and the god within myself, and to forever make myself better.Also during are hard war with the drow who were loyal to Kiaransalee,We killed a high up priestess,and have the knowledge that I am being hunted by Dark drow and undead drow. |
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| Sylphic Fissure,,,My second character after Dothem was killed,Sylphic was an archer,Drow,,and I enjoyed playing this character very much..He never did die,,our game Planescape was just discontinued |
| The picture is not mine,I never drew it. |