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I hate them all. All of my kind are little more than petty, indolent, and cruel would be vampires. Lolth and her children can rot in the nine hells before I set foot in that dank cesspool known as Underdark. We Drow shouldn't be consigned to the netherregions of this world, we should live above and rule as the rightful heirs of the Creator of the Elves. The surface races have flourished and overgrown the world with their civilization. The barbaric, the tyrranical, the good, evil, all of them think that the world is theirs. They are wrong, the world is mine.



I am Lucian Galanodel, the Bitter Darkness, dweller in the savage lands. I have had little contact with anyone since I left the Underdark. I feel fulfilled in the knowledge that I have been in good company since then. Adventures sparingly swept me away in the past decade of my ascent. Enough that I feel I can start out and make the world mine soon.



The unfortunate thing about all other beings be they gods or mortals is that they don't know when to submit. Cyric's philosophy of domination is appealing but the dogma and senselessness of it is too boring, therefore I adapt his ideals into my own. Eilisaee, the Dancing Lady is my patron, though her ideals of spreading joy and happiness make me queasy. I prefer to do what I think is right rather than what anyone tells me is right, because they aren't me and have no true sense of right and wrong as I see it.



Ever since I was young I felt disgusted with my race, and those that dwell in our world under the Drow's protection. Seeing the debauch of our 'leaders' and boring rhetoric of the clerics in action led me to sever all of them from myself and go to live on the surface. The day of my ascent I shaved my head clean leaving only the things I cannot change about my appearence to give away my heritage. I am given a wide berth when going into town for supplies. I guess an obsidian wraith strikes a bit of paranoia into their hearts. Few have approached me during my periods of 'sociability' when I enter the Tavern in town and drink. Fewer still have gotten my attention with the promise of power and money enough to change my sour mood into a mechanical and detatched joining of forces.



My way of living is not comprehensible to others. They see my isolation as an alienation because of my being a Drow. My isolation is due to my own misanthropy. I owe no fealty to lord, lady, king, country or anyone else save myself and the Dancing Lady. That is why I hunt bandits and other scoundrels through the wilds. A penance of sorts for my shirking of piety. No one seems to be opposed to this. There is a rumor of a ghost in the wilds a silent and invisible spectre that kills theives and bloodthirsty outlaws for revenge. No, there is no ghost, just me. Silent black death, the bitter darkness striking down the unjust. Not really out of a sense of duty, religious or civic, just for profit and to make the area more accessible so I can gain more power with which I will unleash and take out on the world.



My 'training' if you will in the arts of stealth, assassination and theivery started long before my ascent. In Underdark I was inducted into the Guild of Shadowblade. The Guild is more like a training camp in the deadlier arts. Learning how to disable traps and various devices, opening locks and sneaking around under cover of night and dark led us to taking out Surface Drow. The training was useful as well as I can tell. in order for our small bands to operate silently we were taught a form of silent language. Drow bands can communicate silently with complex hand signals even with guards and vigilant observers nearby. Many fell beneath my obsidian bladed, jet handled dagger. The Dagger itself is an heirloom that I took with me when I left nothing else just the dagger, my personal effects (back pack, Leather armor, theive's tools, tent, bedroll, tinderbox, rapier, a book about the Gods of this world that I haven't read completely yet, and my black fur cloak) and enough gold to keep authorities and bigger fish off my back.



After arriving in the Savage lands I took up residence in an abandoned diapidated house on the outskirts of a stopping point on the road. The tavern/inn is a real hot spot with the locals. Warm mead, wine and other tastebud killing beverages, lousy lukewarm food and grizzled old men talking of past adventures. I avoid this place like the plague unless my hunting for food or camps to raid are unfruitful. There is no theive's guild in this town, so I took up that mantle quickly and every sneaky little bastard that tries anything in this town learns quickly that this is no place for the weak or greedy. I have no desire for money, its power, absolute unrestricted power. I want to be a God, a God of the Drow to lead them into power as is deserved. After smiting the unworthy of course.



I have worked with various other beings in my adventures, the incompetent buffoons called warriors, the holier than thou clerics, and my favorite the bumbling weak wizard. The last party I worked for could barely figure out which end of a sword was the sharp one without a ten minute debate. I loathe idiots more than the citizens of Underdark. The worst of all professions, callings whatever you want to call it, is a paladin. These over-zealous maniacly good law enforcing asses always want to try to 'put me in my place' more often than not they fail and die for thinking about trying to belittle me. So every party I join comes to an understanding, leave me along and you live longer. Let me do what I was hired or decided to do, and don't try to lecture me, belittle me, or worse yet try to stand toe to toe with me. I am meaner, faster stronger and less bound by morals than most of equal expirence.