A journal… not something I would have seen as a gift from the matron. Perhaps she is trying to hint at something? Very well, I would hate to disappoint mother. To any Drow that finds this, may you enjoy its contents before Lolth consumes you in a fiery painful death, to anyone else… who am I kidding, as if anyone else would be able to decipher the encrypted script.
We were called to a nobles meeting, not something unusual, but something unusual for the timing. We were told that our house would be participating in a grand hunt with the other lower ranked houses. The Matron Mother gifted us with equipment suitable to our station and for the endeavor we were to face ahead. The opportunity to strike at the other houses would be available, assuming that we could arrange it to appear as accidents…
The day started off as one would expect, last minute preparations along with inane banter and appraisals of the group. We looked… adequate for the task. Assuming that our dear eldest sister did not suddenly receive some epiphany that causes us to jump into an abyssal chasm, we might just all survive this.
I am not sure which one of us is cursed, but we had the misfortune of meeting an Illithid today, a very strange one indeed. I have never heard of a mind flayer wearing a symbol belonging to a surface deity… let alone a benevolent surface deity. Regardless, his salutations were a posse of violent elves and half breed elves. There were ineffective to say the least. I do not know what I found more disturbing, the fact that the mind flayer sunk into the earth with an ominous “I’ll be back” as a farewell or the enthusiastic zeal our brothers found in looting the corpses.
Another day, another opportunity for whichever sibling is cursed to shine. The mind flayer found a posse of deep dwarves this time, and actually employed tactics: waiting to ambush us during a sleep cycle. This time they were more effective and I was less. It seems Lolth was not impressed with my abilities and wished me to fare on my own. I failed to make contact with my opponents and nearly lost my sword once… that which cannot be named whispered into my ear again, warning me of a pathetic failure that was to come. This let me survive the encounter…
After we defeated the mind flayer’s posse, another house made it’s appearance. Better late than never? the traitorous fools thought to let us die before trying to save us? If only they would come a bit closer so I could get my hands on them, but alas that was not to be the case as the mind flayer appeared at the apex of the cavern, hovering in mid-air, I could only assume that it was trying to impress us. It did. It caused an earthquake of some proportions, causing the collapses in the cavern. We were saved by our guide employing some device of high magic. I’m not sure what annoyed me more, the fact that we were rescued by our guide or the fact that the mind flayer caused the other house’s members to fall to their deaths into a chasm denying me my opportunity to flay them alive.
After everything had settled, we divvied the loot the brothers had obtained from the prolific and enthusiastic corpse looting. As one of the eldest, I of course got to select my choice, a quaint ring of elvish design that offered some magic protection.