MM1-3O: The Darkness Is In Your Blood by zaqxsw

Poser • Fantasy • posted on Jul 31, 2018

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The atmosphere along the deep woodland trail was decided darker than the rest of the forest, providing proof of how it earned the name ‘Dark Road’, but the companions spirits were bright as Taenya and Mistale shared their repertoire of songs, while Coran kept one eye focused on the trees. They made good time, passing the mid-point westward bend in the trail well before midday, but as the afternoon wore on Coran noticed a faint glistening amid the trees, which seemed to keep pace with them, never getting close enough to real make out, or even be certain he had actually seen it. Then, in mid-afternoon, the area around them seemed to suddenly grow darker and a shimmering, white female elven figure manifested just two dozen feet ahead of them, demanding in a hollow, moaning voice in elvish; “Begone… You who have skin as dark as your heart and those who would travel in her company intrude too near to land sanctified by elven blood!” For an instant, the trio was stunned by the apparition’s sudden appearance, simply staring at the ghostly figure, which appeared solid, and unearthly beautiful, despite the unnatural glimmer to her pale skin and the solid black orbs where her eyes should have been, but floated several inches above the ground. Finally Taenya found her voice, retorting, also in elven, as she stepped forward without fear, presenting her holy symbol to the ghostly apparition; “My heart is free of darkness… I sever Eilistraee, daughter of Corellon Larethian, who strives to lead the drow back to the path into the light.” “The darkness is in your blood… it can not be escaped… and your blood shall not escape my wraith. You will not poison these sacred lands with you presence!” the angry spirit threatened, her hollow voice seeming to echo unnaturally around them. “I don’t want to call on Eilistraee to banish you,” the drow cleric warned, presenting her holey symbol boldly before the ghost, knowing that such spirits where resistant to being turned away, but showing no fear. “You have every right to defend the lands sanctified by elven blood, but we have not intruded into the Vale of Lost Voice, you came to us… so you are the aggressor here… we only wish to continue our journey in peace.” “In peace… what would a drow of peace? Your kind know nothing but war, murder and betrayal. You have infested the Cormanthor, poisoning our legacy… seeking to corrupt our mythals with your toxic evil and turn the very forest against our children,” the spectral elf-maid moaned in a voice so heavy with sorrow that it weighed on the companions’ hearts. “Yes, most drow still cling to their dark ways,” Coran injected in a calm tone, his disciplined will holding the natural fear of the dead at bay. “But every day they spend in the light, more and more of them turn from those evil ways… they haven’t corrupted the Cormanthor and its mythals as much as the forest has rehabilitated them… and the priestesses of Eilistraee have always stood as beacons of kindness and harmony between the races of Fearun.” “Your kind is little better than the drow,” the ghostly elf groaned malevolently. “You lie, murder and steal without conscious, how would you know if the drow turn from their dark ways, when darkness dwells in your very souls.” “Darkness dwells in all intelligent beings,” Coran shot back, keeping his voice calm and controlled. “It isn’t the absence of evil that proves our dedication to the greater good, but our struggle to overcome our baser instinct and serve others over ourselves that leads us to enlightenment.” “And you claim to have achieved this ‘enlightenment’ do you mortal?” the ghost challenged confrontationally. “No,” Coran confessed, “I strive each day to take one small step closer to that goal, but doubt I will ever achieve it.”

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