| *I look briefly at the yellow orb and sigh with contentment*
Strangely things are calm just now, calm within my following that is but not without. The humans continue to bring chaos down on themselves and that pleases me. They will never become a unified force and that pleases me also. Another pleasing aspect is that lone renegade drow continue to answer may call. Even the males now come in begging my protection and as a result I grow stronger. It displeases Faeryl greatly that I accept drow who have lost their faith, but she is too stupid to grasp the bigger picture. *laughs* Oh I know she schemes desperately to find a way to usurp me, but when I was gone for a time, she had her chance, she blew it .*laughs loudly*
I still have my little pet Von’Sah plaything. *grins then sighs* I need to be careful or she will die on me. Her spirit is broken now and is only just clinging on to her life, which is a shame. Never mind I will speak with one of the priestesses and get a potion to revive her. It is so much more enjoyable when they try to act brave, show defiance. Yes I must revive her a little so I can catch that glint of hatred in her eyes again. *laughs humourously* Oh silly me, I forgot she can no longer see. *laughs again* Ah little Iym’iara, enjoying the company of the spiders?
Got wind of a meeting to establish some council for the protection of the weak and disadvantaged. I felt this might be amusing so I went along. As it turned out, it was not well attended. So much for the faith that the “people” put in their leaders. *chuckles* As I suspected, this had nothing to do with protecting the people but a exercise in puffed up self importance. First order of business, electing a “leader” of the council. And the winner is? The one in the shiniest tin suit! Surprise, surprise. The acceptance speech, ah here we go. “We are a peacekeeping force” as he waves his polished shiny sword in the air. Doublespeak for “disagree with me and I will slay you”. Pathetic!
Next order of business. Up stands some elf looking female by the name of Sari-Liane. Ah yes, here it comes, a land grab. *sniggers* A plea to the hearts and minds. The people of Haven have been let down, they are under threat, they need protection from tyranny and guess what, I am just the one to do it. But my army is not big enough to subdue these unarmed peasants, so the council will aid me? Of course we will. Oh thank you! Now I own a large hovel, a muddy good for nothing piece of land and some peasants to grovel before me. I am powerful now! *laughs long and hard* And there it ends except some pathetic wretch sneaked past her bodyguards and stabbed her in the back! Oh you are powerful all right. *laughs again*
I finished this most enjoyable night of entertainment with a conversation with one called Edmund Fairholm. He also watched proceedings like myself. An old man now by human standards, he was interested in my views. He read my cynicism of it all, but he also understood that what I said was true. Clearly his advanced age had made him wiser. He has the intelligence to lead, but no longer the strength. The great human failing, they cannot combine the two. The only one I have seen close to doing so is the one called Klion. I have dealt with him on occasions and I know his weakness but of all the so-called leaders he is the one most likely to succeed.
I watch, I assess, I report.
Vel'drav l' sil'in qu'ellar d'Hun’ett zotrethen……Jal zhal sha-rasa!!!
Lloth tlu laoles, dosst handmaiden orn naut hojh dos!!!! |