[Conversely, from their history, Kravitz would be very concerned that Keith might give himself up too many times. But that's not important, not relevant for a conversation that may never happen. Right now, he's doing enough by listening to a story Kravitz hasn't told in a thousand years.
One he didn't even remember.]
Well, you-- you met me, as a child, so I don't need to give much background. I was the third of four children, all others girls. My mother was human, but my father a drow of the dark elves, a shunned upon subrace who dwelled, often exiled, beneath the dirt. He had escaped that life to meet my mother in... some fashion I'm no longer clear on. But I grew up with a fairly normal childhood on the family farm. While my sisters were married and often moved far, I... stayed close to home. I was fond of my family and had little interest in what else lay out there. I was... content, to live a simple life.
[He sighs, wishing he could remember some of the details in the middle of the better times, but he simply can't. This will just have to be enough.]
I was out on an errand when it happened. I had... well, a rapport with those who lived near us to keep our heritage on the down-low, as it was. I was ambushed walking in the street as the sun set, and was taken quickly without much fuss. As it turns out, they were under the assumption I was my father, and they needed the blood of a drow for their... ritual. Of which I quickly realized required more than blood.
They were, supposedly, worshippers of the Raven Queen, set to sacrifice something they deemed evil to the clutches of her hold. They had thought that since her domain is oft known as death, this would appease her, but-- that is missing her message. She tracks the progression of the natural order, that those who suffer grevious wounds pass on, that people are not killed for energy to siphon from their souls. I didn't know what was going on, I-- I didn't even know who she was. I simply recall the dagger in my chest, the twisting pain, and then nothing.
[And that would have been the end, for any others. Unless...]
As it seems, I was not the first of these sacrifices, and my Lady wanted to send them a message to their unacceptable behavior. So when it all faded away, when my reality and I was nothingness, it coalesced into a single question. "Will they pay for this?" And... I said yes.
And then... I was awake again. The knife from my chest was in my hand, the men before me cowering in fear as I rose. Theirs were the first souls I ever collected for her.
[Finally, finally, his eyes look toward Keith, scanning for some kind of reaction.]
I still don't recall all the details. But it is clearer in my mind's eye now, when I had forgotten for so long.
no subject
One he didn't even remember.]
Well, you-- you met me, as a child, so I don't need to give much background. I was the third of four children, all others girls. My mother was human, but my father a drow of the dark elves, a shunned upon subrace who dwelled, often exiled, beneath the dirt. He had escaped that life to meet my mother in... some fashion I'm no longer clear on. But I grew up with a fairly normal childhood on the family farm. While my sisters were married and often moved far, I... stayed close to home. I was fond of my family and had little interest in what else lay out there. I was... content, to live a simple life.
[He sighs, wishing he could remember some of the details in the middle of the better times, but he simply can't. This will just have to be enough.]
I was out on an errand when it happened. I had... well, a rapport with those who lived near us to keep our heritage on the down-low, as it was. I was ambushed walking in the street as the sun set, and was taken quickly without much fuss. As it turns out, they were under the assumption I was my father, and they needed the blood of a drow for their... ritual. Of which I quickly realized required more than blood.
They were, supposedly, worshippers of the Raven Queen, set to sacrifice something they deemed evil to the clutches of her hold. They had thought that since her domain is oft known as death, this would appease her, but-- that is missing her message. She tracks the progression of the natural order, that those who suffer grevious wounds pass on, that people are not killed for energy to siphon from their souls. I didn't know what was going on, I-- I didn't even know who she was. I simply recall the dagger in my chest, the twisting pain, and then nothing.
[And that would have been the end, for any others. Unless...]
As it seems, I was not the first of these sacrifices, and my Lady wanted to send them a message to their unacceptable behavior. So when it all faded away, when my reality and I was nothingness, it coalesced into a single question. "Will they pay for this?" And... I said yes.
And then... I was awake again. The knife from my chest was in my hand, the men before me cowering in fear as I rose. Theirs were the first souls I ever collected for her.
[Finally, finally, his eyes look toward Keith, scanning for some kind of reaction.]
I still don't recall all the details. But it is clearer in my mind's eye now, when I had forgotten for so long.