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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-06-2003, 11:30 AM

Terrakis

The slaves dig, those dour and unbroken dwarves whose stern mettle lends them a defiant dignity. And as they dig they sing, their hoarse voices out of tune but keeping curious time with the movement of their tools.

And it’s go boys go
they’ll time your every breath
and every day you’re in this place
you’re two days nearer death
but you gooooooooooooo

The notes of their song and the sound of their digging reaches him where he stands looking out upon the broken city of broken race. The Drow were never important. Villains not even significant enough to include in the very first AD&D Monster Manual, that hard to find book from the days before TSR had hired good artists, beings not important enough to even be noticed in the great contest against the Modding Mage or to be sought out by the Mage himself as allies, creatures generally roleplayed as mere parodies of themselves by countless angsting Drizz’t clones, even their destruction here was but an afterthought. Perhaps some few of them survive in scattered game threads elsewhere on this board or as the objects of discussion in other forums or as silent avatar portraits whose appearance is but a function of the turning of posts, but here they are destroyed and brought to nothing simply for being in the way.

The city is what is important. Not the city itself, of course, with its buildings which stand as vacant reminders that a civilization which had believed itself important once made this place its home. No, nothing built here has any value. There is something about this location, however, which is important. Something beneath this collection of buildings and corpses. Something terribly ancient and long forgotten. Older than the Mage himself and, indeed, had the Modding One known of it, despite his fondness for Salvatore’s books, he would have brought the drow to nothing himself to possess it.

..... and every day you’re in this place
you’re two days nearer death
but you goooooooooooo

They sing while they dig, these slaves and that is good for the singing means they retain their vigor and their strength. And the digging of strong and vigorous slaves shall soon yield results.

02-06-2003, 11:30 AM	#177
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	Terrakis The slaves dig, those dour and unbroken dwarves whose stern mettle lends them a defiant dignity. And as they dig they sing, their hoarse voices out of tune but keeping curious time with the movement of their tools. And it’s go boys go they’ll time your every breath and every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death but you gooooooooooooo The notes of their song and the sound of their digging reaches him where he stands looking out upon the broken city of broken race. The Drow were never important. Villains not even significant enough to include in the very first AD&D Monster Manual, that hard to find book from the days before TSR had hired good artists, beings not important enough to even be noticed in the great contest against the Modding Mage or to be sought out by the Mage himself as allies, creatures generally roleplayed as mere parodies of themselves by countless angsting Drizz’t clones, even their destruction here was but an afterthought. Perhaps some few of them survive in scattered game threads elsewhere on this board or as the objects of discussion in other forums or as silent avatar portraits whose appearance is but a function of the turning of posts, but here they are destroyed and brought to nothing simply for being in the way. The city is what is important. Not the city itself, of course, with its buildings which stand as vacant reminders that a civilization which had believed itself important once made this place its home. No, nothing built here has any value. There is something about this location, however, which is important. Something beneath this collection of buildings and corpses. Something terribly ancient and long forgotten. Older than the Mage himself and, indeed, had the Modding One known of it, despite his fondness for Salvatore’s books, he would have brought the drow to nothing himself to possess it. ..... and every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death but you goooooooooooo They sing while they dig, these slaves and that is good for the singing means they retain their vigor and their strength. And the digging of strong and vigorous slaves shall soon yield results.