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(This is the story of the REAL Arlock Character, the one I have always played in every capaign)
*This is the Story of a young Drow who was shammed of having a Drider as a Father. A failing of merchant growth for the family caused a shift in power and his malacious uncle claimed his household and his mother.*
(Arlock walks into the the main hall during one of many over expensive banquetes that Qual'nok so zealusly ran to every time his dwarf-servent was sent to tell him.)
"Dear cousin late again I see. Havent changed a bit from that small spoiled brat who hates to loose. You should relly show my father more respect he DID take you in after all. "
(Arlock replies) In MY fathers house no less.
(Sneer) "Not anymore, Your father hasent been home in almost a century." *Snoty lauph* "You arent the one who can boss the servents anymore! Not that you could anyway with that puny voice."
(Arlock ignors the pugnent odor and walks by his "Higher reeking room mate" then presses on further into the hall to see the lovly eyes of Ela'Nor his only friend and council in these troubled times of grief.)
These vermin are getting to uppidy. If I had but one-tenth of the (He is interupted) But you don't and you have to remeber your Uncle has replaced Seldrik in the council and holds all his power by right. Your father failed his mistriss and now pays the price for it. Don't you go and make the same mistake of letting your anger distrack you from your goal.
"But you could challenge him for the title of this position if you olny would- (I do not out of respect of your uncles power. he has all the right to rule he has shown no weakness and no lack of using it.)
"There has to be someth.. (Ahh Nephew good to finnaly see you joining us at the table. For a whiel I had almost thought you were gobbled up by your cousins slaves.) "Sorry to dissapoint you uncle it appears I am still to touph for the toothless beasts to chew." (So it seems little one) "Arlock raises his brow. He had hated that nickname for as long as he can remeber, ever sience he was young his uncle always called him little one." I'm taller than you uncle A little odd for you to be calling ME little." (And a little rude for you to addres me like that whiel in my house child.)
"My alpoligies your Grace Saldrin, I will retire to my room it appears I have not the appetite I thought I did."
(His mother and Uncle both frown at this, Whiel his Cousin still appears occupied with a roasted leg of Gnoll.)
(Deep in though over how he can attain full possesion of his fathers former assets Arlock Goes to the city temple only to be turned away yet again. Even his requests to venture into the deep tunnels to search for any trace of his former kin was completly out of the question but never an answer why.)
*Arlock is summoned to attend a Noble gathering to be in the possibly choices of Lady Tar'el evning hosts*
"Not again she always want's me to serve and scrap like a animal. She asks too much and is too pios for my liking. She nearly killed that last suiter of hers by ordering him to sleep in a bed of broken glass. No self-respectin drow would ever agree to that the fool." (Arlock crumples the paper and tosses it into a brurning pit as he passes by the Gates of The temple oF Lolth.) "I think the only way I will ever get anything done is to make a name for myself outside this city there has to be somewhere I can go to make myself Stronger."
(Arlock notices a slave pulling a large cart full of fresh fruit.) "Where did this food come from Thrall?" (Looking down and not meeting Arlocks gaze he simply mutters) "A vally near the spine of the world my decider of life and death."
"Then that is where I shall go"
There as best as I can get it. If thats no where near what you think a drow should be like then you have all the right in Sundren to tell me to bugger off.
P.S. I will continue this story like my old journal till I have a responce. If you want to wait and see how things develope then by all means ignore it.
*This is the Story of a young Drow who was shammed of having a Drider as a Father. A failing of merchant growth for the family caused a shift in power and his malacious uncle claimed his household and his mother.*
(Arlock walks into the the main hall during one of many over expensive banquetes that Qual'nok so zealusly ran to every time his dwarf-servent was sent to tell him.)
"Dear cousin late again I see. Havent changed a bit from that small spoiled brat who hates to loose. You should relly show my father more respect he DID take you in after all. "
(Arlock replies) In MY fathers house no less.
(Sneer) "Not anymore, Your father hasent been home in almost a century." *Snoty lauph* "You arent the one who can boss the servents anymore! Not that you could anyway with that puny voice."
(Arlock ignors the pugnent odor and walks by his "Higher reeking room mate" then presses on further into the hall to see the lovly eyes of Ela'Nor his only friend and council in these troubled times of grief.)
These vermin are getting to uppidy. If I had but one-tenth of the (He is interupted) But you don't and you have to remeber your Uncle has replaced Seldrik in the council and holds all his power by right. Your father failed his mistriss and now pays the price for it. Don't you go and make the same mistake of letting your anger distrack you from your goal.
"But you could challenge him for the title of this position if you olny would- (I do not out of respect of your uncles power. he has all the right to rule he has shown no weakness and no lack of using it.)
"There has to be someth.. (Ahh Nephew good to finnaly see you joining us at the table. For a whiel I had almost thought you were gobbled up by your cousins slaves.) "Sorry to dissapoint you uncle it appears I am still to touph for the toothless beasts to chew." (So it seems little one) "Arlock raises his brow. He had hated that nickname for as long as he can remeber, ever sience he was young his uncle always called him little one." I'm taller than you uncle A little odd for you to be calling ME little." (And a little rude for you to addres me like that whiel in my house child.)
"My alpoligies your Grace Saldrin, I will retire to my room it appears I have not the appetite I thought I did."
(His mother and Uncle both frown at this, Whiel his Cousin still appears occupied with a roasted leg of Gnoll.)
(Deep in though over how he can attain full possesion of his fathers former assets Arlock Goes to the city temple only to be turned away yet again. Even his requests to venture into the deep tunnels to search for any trace of his former kin was completly out of the question but never an answer why.)
*Arlock is summoned to attend a Noble gathering to be in the possibly choices of Lady Tar'el evning hosts*
"Not again she always want's me to serve and scrap like a animal. She asks too much and is too pios for my liking. She nearly killed that last suiter of hers by ordering him to sleep in a bed of broken glass. No self-respectin drow would ever agree to that the fool." (Arlock crumples the paper and tosses it into a brurning pit as he passes by the Gates of The temple oF Lolth.) "I think the only way I will ever get anything done is to make a name for myself outside this city there has to be somewhere I can go to make myself Stronger."
(Arlock notices a slave pulling a large cart full of fresh fruit.) "Where did this food come from Thrall?" (Looking down and not meeting Arlocks gaze he simply mutters) "A vally near the spine of the world my decider of life and death."
"Then that is where I shall go"
There as best as I can get it. If thats no where near what you think a drow should be like then you have all the right in Sundren to tell me to bugger off.
P.S. I will continue this story like my old journal till I have a responce. If you want to wait and see how things develope then by all means ignore it.
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