The Making of House Teken'Tyl
Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2021 4:15 am
Alright here we go. My name is Tetris Teken'Tyl. This manuscript is a record of what I tried to achieve. If you are reading this perhaps I did. I am not a well learned so, hopefully my words are at least understandable. This is stupid. Why am I trying to write this again???
My task is to reunite a failed house. A house dispersed across the Underdark. I am the first born by mere seconds of 8 siblings. Octuplets, I guess. Female, male, similar or completely different, I don't know. What I do know is we all bare two different colored eyes. How I learned this perhaps I'll get into, but matricide is a difficult topic even for our people. Let's leave that for later.
Why am I trying to do this? Writing is hard, and having it make sense is even harder. Nobody is going to read this. More than likely these pages will be used for burning. Great start, already second guessing myself, then again, I have been doing that exact thing the last 50 years searching for a family I never met. Why waste time looking for family?
Maybe actually meeting ones has made a difference? Z'raeth and Z'reeth are their names. Identical females who are complete lunatics. Perhaps my mother's rancid womb infected their brains. Not going to get into my mother. Anyway, these two complete each other's sentences, and are some kind of seers. They call themselves Loth's chosen, but that could mean anything. It is good to finally find family. What am I doing?
I sure don't want anyone to read this if I start doing that. It's good to finally find family? A Drow openly admitting they are lonely? Look a life bouncing from one mercenary group to another is painfully empty, but... I am not getting into THAT either. My upbringing doesn't matter.
I need to remember to come back and black out most of this. If I had the coin for new parchment! I'm so poor.
Let's just make a list. I like lists, and they are easy. I can fix the mistakes later.
-I'm here to raise my lost house. A house ruined by my mother. A house of those marked with different colored eyes. Why? Because I am lonely, but I can't say that. Why because I want power? Sure, we'll go with that.
-I have arrived at the trade city of Anundor. A trade city near the surface that draws all kinds of crazies. Lolthites seem few, and our kind are not treated as they should be. In all my travels I have never seen females treated so poorly. Where do the lessers get off thinking they are equal? Yet, this is the only place I have had any luck finding family. Perhaps something about this city will draw more of my kin.
-A slave has actually been acquired. What luck! His name is Neo. A surfacer who looks mostly human. He may have some traitor blood in him, but I cannot tell. He only speaks in the surface tongue which I am terrible at. Still though, he seems too good to be true. He may be another house trying to infiltrate us. Who am I kidding? As if we are even important enough for that. My guess, he is looking for a house who is too small to treat him poorly. If I was a slave that is what I would do. Stay away from beasts who will eat me, stay away from large houses who will just beat me for sport, find a small house who actually would use me and treat me with some kind of decency. Because, one thing is for sure. I could never had captured him.
-I knew a list was a good idea.
To Do: Brush up on my surfacer tongue. I must sound like an infant to Neo, and we cannot have that.
Learn how to understand the lunatic Twins. They seem to speak in their own code. I need to learn it.
Look out for more of my kind. I have glimpsed others with our mark, or that is my mind hoping too much.
My task is to reunite a failed house. A house dispersed across the Underdark. I am the first born by mere seconds of 8 siblings. Octuplets, I guess. Female, male, similar or completely different, I don't know. What I do know is we all bare two different colored eyes. How I learned this perhaps I'll get into, but matricide is a difficult topic even for our people. Let's leave that for later.
Why am I trying to do this? Writing is hard, and having it make sense is even harder. Nobody is going to read this. More than likely these pages will be used for burning. Great start, already second guessing myself, then again, I have been doing that exact thing the last 50 years searching for a family I never met. Why waste time looking for family?
Maybe actually meeting ones has made a difference? Z'raeth and Z'reeth are their names. Identical females who are complete lunatics. Perhaps my mother's rancid womb infected their brains. Not going to get into my mother. Anyway, these two complete each other's sentences, and are some kind of seers. They call themselves Loth's chosen, but that could mean anything. It is good to finally find family. What am I doing?
I sure don't want anyone to read this if I start doing that. It's good to finally find family? A Drow openly admitting they are lonely? Look a life bouncing from one mercenary group to another is painfully empty, but... I am not getting into THAT either. My upbringing doesn't matter.
I need to remember to come back and black out most of this. If I had the coin for new parchment! I'm so poor.
Let's just make a list. I like lists, and they are easy. I can fix the mistakes later.
-I'm here to raise my lost house. A house ruined by my mother. A house of those marked with different colored eyes. Why? Because I am lonely, but I can't say that. Why because I want power? Sure, we'll go with that.
-I have arrived at the trade city of Anundor. A trade city near the surface that draws all kinds of crazies. Lolthites seem few, and our kind are not treated as they should be. In all my travels I have never seen females treated so poorly. Where do the lessers get off thinking they are equal? Yet, this is the only place I have had any luck finding family. Perhaps something about this city will draw more of my kin.
-A slave has actually been acquired. What luck! His name is Neo. A surfacer who looks mostly human. He may have some traitor blood in him, but I cannot tell. He only speaks in the surface tongue which I am terrible at. Still though, he seems too good to be true. He may be another house trying to infiltrate us. Who am I kidding? As if we are even important enough for that. My guess, he is looking for a house who is too small to treat him poorly. If I was a slave that is what I would do. Stay away from beasts who will eat me, stay away from large houses who will just beat me for sport, find a small house who actually would use me and treat me with some kind of decency. Because, one thing is for sure. I could never had captured him.
-I knew a list was a good idea.
To Do: Brush up on my surfacer tongue. I must sound like an infant to Neo, and we cannot have that.
Learn how to understand the lunatic Twins. They seem to speak in their own code. I need to learn it.
Look out for more of my kind. I have glimpsed others with our mark, or that is my mind hoping too much.