Subtitles for the retina impaired: I was born from the water. Sluiced forth from a cold cradling womb into the cold mud of the colder world. THEY said i was discarded like refuse. sickly... pale...weak...

They put me in shining silver, which i didn't understand. And they said unkind things, many of them. Sometimes I wished I had drowned. I seemed to deserve it.

But I had friends, who told me that the weak drowned... but i would be strong one day. They told me i was pretty. They told me many lovely stories... and so with them one day... We danced off. And we became quite good at dancing.

 

Magical Blogger of Semi-Death.

Update: I've had to lighten up all the text so to those whose eyes have not yet evolved to see different shades of black can read the comic. *grumble* but i wouldn't want anyone to miss out on my crap..er... i mean WORK!

WARNING: this is a story about a Drow. However, I've taken the artistic liberty of creating a unique sci-fi fantasy world, so if you're going to whine about how there aren't any elder gods in the underdark, piss off. This isn't the underdark. It's really more of a darkside of the abnormally large and somehow rather toasty moon. Much of drow society remains in common with the D&D perspective. To learn more, visit the INFO section. (although it isn't online yet)

~ANHEDONIA~