Never has there been a fouler sub-race than the Drow. Their cowardly treachery, vile cruelty, and utter lack of honor would make Tiamat blush....
On the eve of the culmination of our work in Skullport, the city was besieged by the dark elves. Using treachery and vile magic (for the Drow would never fight an honorable battle), the city and our group were taken completely by surprise. After an explosion rocked our barracks, Brother Krux, Riddick and I were separated from the rest of our group and in desperate hand to hand combat with hordes of Drow "warriors". Despite our best efforts, we were overcome by their craven poisonous bolts.
The following days were a blur (was it only nine days?). We were force marched to be sacrificed to their demon-bitch Lolth. They took particular delight in torture, causing excruciating pain, but asking no questions. Krux bore the brunt of their cruelty; either they had never encountered a Githzerai before or they wanted to test the limits of his monastic training. Eventually the Drow grew bored and the torture subsided.
Several days into our journey, our Drow captors were themselves attacked and slaughtered by another group of Drow. These new dark elves were even crueler than our original captors and they seemed to have exceptional hatred for Riddick. These Drow employed demon-spawned magic in their torture; the worst among them being described later by Jax as "Demonologists".
I swore then that when I escaped, I would whet my blade with the dark blood of as many Demonologists as I could find.
Bahamut’s Grace shined upon us days later when the rest of our group caught up with our new captors and freed us. They are amazingly more resourceful than I gave them credit for. With the help of this mysterious "Justicar" fellow, they tracked us through the Underdark, somehow travelled ahead of our highly trained Drow captors, and set up a very effective ambush. I am both humbled and honored to call them friends. Because of their ability, I am free and the house signet pin of our "Demonologist acquaintance" is in my pouch.
The days following our escape were harrowing. This part of the Underdark is a hornets’ nest of Drow. We've been harried and ambushed constantly, but we've finally gained refuge in an ancient Dwarven temple after vanquishing its unnatural undead dragon guardian.
When times seem darkest, Lendys (dragon god of balance and justice) will sometimes tip the scales to your favor. In the guardian's horde, we found an item of renown that will help us in our struggle against the Drow. My friends honored me by allowing me to wear this item:
The Invulnerable Coat of Arnd.
I felt the honor and valor of famous warriors of history ignite in me when I donned the armor: The stand of thirty at the gates of Myth Drannor, the charge of Warlord Kieth that broke the Granitefang orcs in the Battle of Brokenfang, the breaking of the Drow siege of Mithril Hall…
Yes, I am eager to take the fight back to the Drow.