| * I gaze upon thedecending yellow orb and laugh*
More invasions from the depths of the Abyss and the humans scurry about like lemmings in a panic. They are confused and disorganised and I laugh at their feeble attempts to stem the tide of the unthinking hordes that plague them. Is this once more the work of Lloth? The priestesses seem to think so. Perhaps it is true, perhaps it is not and in any event I care not.
Still the invasions have provoked a crisis within the minds of the humans. A gathering of leaders has been called for which they actually invited me! How interesting and amusing. But what was the point? They were not prepared to listen to what I had to say, they never will; for not one of their leaders has the strength of character to listen to advice. As expected the so-called meeting never got started. Objections to my presence were screamed from the rabble of uncouth grunts from the galleries and like the weak race they are, their leaders aquiesed. How predicable. They are not leaders; they are led. How can you lead when you bow and scrape to a rabble? How can you lead when you fear being toppled for not doing what the rabble demand? Would my people have acted like the humans? No. One look from me and they would have cowered in fear of my retribution. That is how you lead, humans, not by concensus, not by popularity but by strength of will and total obedience!
So they got their way and I left with dignity. The humans are so predictable now; their reaction is so in keeping with their attitude and ignorance. They breed like vermin, act like vermin and fight like vermin. Always safety in numbers. Like vermin they need numbers it is their only strength and one of their many, many weaknesses. They can only fight when mob-handed if you can call it fighting that is. More a case of running around like headless chickens, avoiding each other unless they are fortunate enough to isolate one and then a mob descends. Fight? No. Not unless the odds are 4 or 5 to one in their favour. That is why we Drow are better warriors, we do not fear to fight one on one. All the northern tribes are exactly the same in their warfare. Cove, Yew, Vesper, they fight like vermin or ants…. not like a spider!!!!
I watch, I assess, I report.
Vel'drav l' sil'in qu'ellar d'Hun’ett zotrethen…Jal zhal sha-rasa!!! |