Eowiewiel - the new birth.

[Rainbow Prism]

[place holder for songs]

This one is dedicated to the life down there, which is my home no more. Also, I dedicate it to the most fiendish gnome who I believed in until he shown his true color, which is pitch black inside his heart. Burn in the Abyss where you belong, Clatus, you bloody murderer!

In the shadows of the deep
You can see no one or fear.
But be wary or you’ll weep
For you will meet the shadow.

Always silent, always grim,
Deadly in battle, feels supreme,
Eyes have no life, breath is cold
Soul of his many times sold.

That is the way of the shadow.

Crawling in the pool of greed,
Nothing lives from his steel,
Venom dripping like dark mead,
Bane for all who follow.

Always lonely, always still,
No remorse or no good will,
Only sadness with no tears
As he glides down through the streets.

That is the way of shadow.


This one will not be good for playing in the fest hall, unless I claim I stole it from some traveler.

To her

In the shades of the forest that sleeps in the night
Where bones of old wither,
In the greens of the trees where dark critters fight
There once lived a wizard.

Foolish and vane, pedantic sire,
Was seeking the might to destroy.
But once in the time with another misfire
He broke down without any joy.

So happened he forgot what he learned,
Long time back, deep in the past
The time, before ages he earned,
He had something that did not last.

The thing is, fellas, he was young,
Faith filling him to the core.
That time he was going forward and on
Like priest, till his throat was sore.

‘Ah, here comes the moon,
Her soft light breaking the dusk.
Ah, be praised Selune,
For you have led me to her.’

The decades were past, naivety gone,
All feelings lost in the moan,
Which came from the room of the maiden of one,
One, but not his own.

Now that he fell on the bricks of his home
He sees his life in flash,
Long time ago, ways back in past,
When he was bold and rash.

The soul of the human almost gone
His gaze looks up to the roof,
Where dome long damaged and full of the holes
The moon was flying aloof.

The image have brought not the best of the years
He lived after love gone.
The moments he left away from his peers
Where no one could trick him again.

The memories brought hatred of ages,
The hand weakly thrusting up
To the moon in the mindless, savage rage
In which he could only rasp.

‘Ah, here comes the moon,
Laughing at me in my ire.
Ah, curse you Selune,
For you have led me to her.’

[Rainbow Prism]

Once I was swayed by many things in life. And I still am.
But this time, I want to give an oath. The thing is, I was not the most faithful of the followers in my opinion. Maybe even though I was born one, I am not fit for it. But I can say for sure that this little heart beating in my chest will beat proud to be dedicated to the Lady I follow now.

Now, I want to start it again from the beginning. I will train from the start, striving to become as faithful as I never was even being at service of other. I want to become the girl fit to meet the Dark Maidens. I want to be the one my child could be proud of. I want to live free and not depend only on Her power alone.

As the reminder I will cut my hair in fashion similar to Ashana's. No matter what crazy things happened when I was near her (including her existence as ghost and sudden resurrection), no matter how different our views are, she was something that kept me from straying to different side after my... Meh. She is good, much more fitting to serve Her. Her past been more heinous than mine, I heard, yet here she is, follows her path with calm demeanor. I have much to learn from her example.

[Rainbow Prism]

Here I thought I could enjoy the thrill of treasure hunt by exploring the abandoned camps near the city of Sshamath... The unknown to me yet half-drow Sybil really shook off the drowsiness of yours truly one and only drow (could not resist the pun, as silly as it is). Enough for me to change my plans to find a muscle to stroll for mushroom picking while he (or she) would hold the goblins at bay. So after a pleasant entertaining chat we went out of the passage into the caves. But the moment I donned the usual equipment...
Must say I started to use heavier armor. It takes its toll on my back to walk with it in my bag, especially when I happen to be successful in my raids on the long forgotten dusty chests. But I had grown quite adept at fast cloth change and setting tent for that in mere minutes. New chores give you new talents, I guess? I wonder if I will find use for it in my future?
Just our luck to stumble on a half rotting corpse of a drow woman! It seemed that my half-human teammate had nothing against raising the unlucky stranger, maybe even encouraging it? I need to watch her closer and not let her innate powers fool me.
But I hesitated. If I have not decided to train in new way by forgetting the spells channeled by Her, I would not waste any second. I was not so sure if it was so good idea to risk entering the temple of Spider to resurrect the person in question. So I tried to chant for the answer, hoping that my companion won’t have knowledge about the divine methods of divination to know what I am doing. Set of bones and marks lay still on the ground. Silence. It could be that my pleas were unheard or my fears are foolish. There was only one way to find out. What gain without risk anyway?
So I carried the corpse on my back, Sybil grunting behind me with my armor. After such long walk I thought maybe I should hire someone to carry my heavy stuff? It really was fun to hear her angry rant about how her purpose in life was far different than just carrier of inventory and to reply to her about more heavier load of bloated stinky corpse on my back with a smile.
When we got to the temple and paid for the needed services, I almost sighed with relieve until the woman got her consciousness. In her near dream from embrace of death she whispered the name that gave me willies. Viera.
That made me to get away from the altar to let the half-human to handle the awakened girl. My thoughts were like:
“Crap! Darn it! Utter Crap! Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap! She is from the Mori’hyanda! Calm down, calm down, Eo. You are not sure about that yet. You think only one woman in the whole world is called Viera? Yeah, right. And so what if she is? If she is dead, that means she is loser no one cared about. Moreover, who the hell are you to judge anybody about belonging to one of groups, huh?! Shame on you. That may be misunderstanding. Yeah, that’s more like it! Just a commoner who died by strolling to far from city. Let’s wait for them two and then give a big hearty grin and accept whatever she throws at us.”
Yet anxiousness drove me to see what took them so long. It brought strange sight to my eyes. The now alive drow we found weeping and my partner comforting her. The bold and yet caring glare with gestures from her told me to not intrude in the situation. Imagine my surprise when her lips silently formed words ‘her family died’. No usual drow mourns for the death, even of the relatives.
Few moments of filling in told me that she was dead for many tendays. How her body was not snatched by necromancer patrols is beyond me. Turned out that she really was from the quellar Mori’hyanda! Cold feeling appeared in my heart. Pain is not forgotten easily.
We told her about present situation. She had nowhere to go for now, so why not allow her joining us?
In few hours the pampered princess was already tired, not hardened for the dangers of the Underdark. We had to escort her back to Sshamath and soon we followed. It was unexpected development. Eventful and a pleasant... Still...
Her unnaturally cheery songs slashed my ears and mind every second. Private pleasure girl of Viera, huh? Now that is surprise. She can be as villainous as her mistress or innocent as she sounds. No wonder I got no answer. Secluded girl trained only for one purpose. Could she be right that Viera, the snake with bile venom, loved her? No matter what was the answer, the death of the priestess saved her life. If she did love the youth, there would be only doom for one of them. Lolth does not allow attachment which means weakness. I know that well.
Or... Saved by me! She was dead when I found her after all. So shoo on useless past.

[Rainbow Prism]

I got pretty confused. I had a good trade with strange humanling with horns on his forehead, yet this is one of the rare occurences for me. Supplies for the artefact trade are not so easy to get. Sometimes I get a feeling that I come to the ruins after some hundreds of other plunderers who leave nothing but handfuls of coins and half-empty mugs of alcohol. Gross! So... What do I do to become master trader?

Perhaps I should start as someone's apprentice? Or maybe take over some resources for trade? Or... Find someone in trouble and help him out in exchange for partnership? Yes, that would be nice. And I would hate to get my plan carried out through violence. But what can I do? This is Underdark.

Gotta go check the rumors about anything that may help me.

[Rainbow Prism]

Hours of walking through the city markets, shady pawn shops and emporiums. Nothing. Nothing that could help me with my plan in way I want at least. Triel really takes it long with search for information. Was I too naive to consider anything to happen in few days? There are always shortcuts, though. Rumors said about some activity with mention of Bregan D'aerthe. I wonder if I should mess with them. It disgusts me, but not in the same manner as handling things with all that Lolth dirt and crazy gnomes. At least I have an emergency path in case nothing helps. Still I prefer to hunt for abandoned supplies of drow posts in Underdark or plundering treasures of the other races to that. Actually it is rather enjoyable. If every mercenary could be as amusing as Mayday... *sigh* I really felt bad about lying to her. Hope she knows her way home better than of passages in caves.

[Rainbow Prism]

The training in summoning is complete. With all these basics I can summon the planar beings to do my being with greater ease. But that is not the main reason for it. The plan B is extreme and I would rather avoid using it.

The plan A is not moving as fast as expected. The low demand on healing with the monopoly of clergies on the services makes it hard to make profit and establishing business. I think I need other way. What is the best way to make a reputable establishment? It seems I have run out of options. I must talk to Duneth. As much as I hate associating with law enforcers, he may be one of few options to make sure the plan A will go well. But I do not expect his help. Why should he help? He is just like many others. What should make him different? Different from me, my family and Conclave?

Last thing I will accept is help from outsiders. They have no reason to help me. I am on my own.

The signs are showing on my body. I better use different garment for the strolls in the city. I should limit my expeditions to make them as safe as possible. She must not be harmed in any way.

[Rainbow Prism]

Written in hurried pace, in panic, judging by the handwriting.

I cannot do this. I simply cannot. Time is running out. Going to the surface is dangerous, not talking about surviving it. I have to proceed with plan B. Preparations must take place. Time... Funny. We are longliving race, but we never take time seriously until it hits us with it's weight.

I have to use desperate means. Serious desperate means. I have to use all my reserves...

[Rainbow Prism]

This is it. I may or may not come back. Who knows? Maybe something will happen to me on Abyss. Maybe not. I am not about letting it to end though. Not on my watch.

My innate knowledge of my heritage will guide me to the needed plane. I really think it is the most wild idea I ever had after massacring platoon of underlings. I wonder how it is out there? Does the place even stand there? Maybe it is long since contaminated? It is funny notion of following deity that barely has any sanctuary. I hope I am not making another idiotic mistake of my life...

Putting the diary in the backpack, Eowiewiel hurriedly went out of the room, leaving nothing behind.

[Rainbow Prism]

This was unexpected. I never thought I will see something like this. I am surprised I have a time to describe all this on little piece of parchment.
And what is there to describe? Mere words cannot express feelings of this place. This is the perfect stop. Perfect sanctuary. Exactly what I wanted. A place where I cannot be interrupted or harmed. If only I could find a way to distort scrying... Maybe I can ask help from new friends I found in this domain?
I am not a coward. No way! But circumstances make me worry of my health and life that depends on it.
How shameful. Without much thinking I took the easy choice, not thinking of responsibility that follows it. Mocked it away, not expecting it to haunt me. Fitting, could be said. A salkin orbben, I bet grandmother is laughing her sides at my situation, cursed old bag of bones.
I won't repeat mistake of my despised parent. I am nothing like that woman. Just rumors of her make my skin crawl in disgust. I will take much better care of Fyrwin. She will be free of the quellar legacy. She will be free.

[Rainbow Prism]

I am bored!

My belly hurts, I barely can move, I want to eat things that should not really exist on this plane and I feel really miserable. I can feel anger exploding into fits of rage, only my state preventing from doing something rash. I have a lot of free time here, most of which I meditate, watch at the scenery that I will miss in Prime and relish in company of my companions.
First frustration on my spell on scroll misfiring and instead of strong protector Stampie summoning two usual golden furred dog long dissipated. There is no real explanation for this except for divine interruption. I thought big strong celestial bear would be better candidate for bodyguard and food provider, but it seems that She knows better. Many times they stroll into caverns and later return with meat of their quarry. Unlike previous encounters, these animals asked nothing before doing anything, content with just helping and having their share of the meat. It made my theory of divine intervention more credible, since someone already paid for their services.
Their intelligence is amazing. I am certain they understand everything I speak and the way they interact is certainly different from anything I seen in other similar creatures. Not only they bring meat, they bring mushrooms, some spicy herbs and roots! And their eyes. I am sure these are not usual dogs. Loyal, caring, free and soul-piercing. What they are?

[Rainbow Prism]

I heard elves feel no pain from this. Lucky bastards.

It is unspeakable agony that makes me think that damnation on altar is similar in pain quality. At least they stab you only once. Usually for kill.

*wide line scribbles text below*

I think I should stop writing. That position is not really healthy. And horribly exhausting.
I should by all traditions do it alone. Heh, traditions. Nihilism, more likely. This rule happens to peasants and commoners, but nobles will do it other way, giving support if they are afraid or want to curry favor of priestess afterwards. It seems I should have taken precaution to this. Was my pride my downfall? Thinking so little of this was a big mistake.

I hope I can find a way to ask the mutts to bring everything I need.

[Rainbow Prism]

This was not as I expected.
Not a thing you can be prepared for, no matter how many times you hear about it and accept it as part of your life. Cannot be described in any honest answer.

So, I believe now comes the most dangerous part. I had no qualms against moving in, since I had a feeling that the Plane I entered is the safest place in the world, no matter where you arrive. Planar Shift is not something to be trifled with on return, though. For all my fortune, I may appear tremendous distance from any civilized, let alone friendly, settlement. There is also matter of finding a safe place in Sshamath. Much safer than some shady inn.

I think I have an idea. All I need is to pray that all my efforts were not to be lost. Please, guide me without harm to her, Mistress.

[Rainbow Prism]

Good thing that I got in before curfew was in effect. From what Bali told me, it is not a safe time now. Even in his house, I do not feel good about undead illithids amassing armies to overwhelm city.

Perhaps I should have stayed where I came from. However, I already gave my word. Not as drow. As an agent of Goddess and her servant. Not something I can snake out from easily. No turning back now.

Maybe I should have left Fyrwin there?

Good thing that I got little trinket from there. It was a gift, and, at the same time, symbol of my devotion. But I really did not need symbol to prove this. I gave it to one who needs it more than me. I hope Lady will understand and watch over her, no matter what happens. Power inside it will conceal her from prying eyes and protect her if something happens to me.

I need to set a good way to make this gnome buy provisions without summoning suspicions from anyone. I wonder if my old contacts can arrange something?

[Rainbow Prism]

So far rumors say that armies are driven off. Still, I do not believe what they say. Wizards of Conclave are in many ways snakes similar to Lolth's lackeys, no matter what they claim. Will I have to get some way out of city? She is not safe until the undead are ridden off from city walls. It is getting harder to get dairy products with food going primarily to support defenders. Prices are sky high for simple bargains. I hope my stash of gold won't fail me.
She is living wonder. Was I the same drooling creature with so much energy? It goes into reverie so much, but wakes up with chaos incarnate. And Bali looks comfortable around her. I caught him playing peek-a-boo with her. Even if it looks like he dislikes my presence, he still has a soft side to him. Not that kind of soft. More like... Kind. I never seen that in gnomes. Could it be I know so little about them? Academy taught me that they are dangerous inferior creatures. Teachings said them to be wrong, but now I see it.
I still find some rumors interesting. If I was not busy with her, I would investigate and act on them.

[Rainbow Prism]

P.S.: I REALLY should kick arse of that hag. Even if she is petitioner, I cannot forgive the insults she thrown from her high stature.