Underdark is my home. Imagine a world so dark and so deep that even a lit candle would cast an eerie glow. Imagine a world where tunnels twist and make sharp turns; Some to death, and some into deeper unknown danger. For in Underdark, there is no safe haven, only death and the strongest villains. There, in the center, near the Earth's core, is the kingdom Underdark. Entire cities built of obsidien and lava tower into frightful hights. The streets are gloomy paths of dust made from ancient bones, and lamps made of skulls glow through the eyes with green delight. The drow ladies make curtains out of venomous spider web, and each drow wears black clothing made from the hide of defeated beasts decorated with blood red rubies. At the end of the maze like cities lies the Temple of Ithilia and the Palace of Despair. I was the princess of this dark race, and held the honorable duty of bringing offerings to our chaos-thirsty goddess. How did I escape this land? -To be continued-
