Cytuj:
Originally posted by Sashra on 18.09.2006 15:49:34:
> Nearly three decades have passed since I left my
> homeland,a small measure of time by the reckoning of
> a drow elf,but a period that seems a lifetime to me.
> All that I desired, or belived that I desired, when I
> walked out of Menzoberranzan's dark cavern,
> was a true home, a place of friendship and a place to
> hang my scimitars above the mantle of a warm hearth
> and share stories with trusted companions.
>
> I have found all that now, beside Durin in the
> hallowed halls of his youth.
> We prosper. We have peace.
> I wear my weapons only on my five day journeys
> between Kazordoon and Ab'dendriel.
>
> Was I wrong?
>
> I do not doubt, nor do I even lament, my decision to
> leave the wile world of Menzoberranzan,
> but I am beginning to belive now,
> in the endles quiet and peace, that my desires at
> that critical time were founded ub the inevitable
> longing inexperience.
> I had never known that calm existence I so badly
> wanted.
>
> I cannot deny that my life is better, a thousand
> times better,
> than anything I ever knew in the Underdark.
> And yet, i cannot remember the last time i felt the
> anxiety,
> the inspering fear, the impending battle, the
> tingling that can come only when an enemy is near or
> a challange must be met.
>
> Oh, I do remember the specific instance just a year
> ago, when Nemes,Gohan and I
> worked in the lower tunnels in the cleansing of
> Kazordoon- but that feeling,
> that tingle of fear, has long since faded from
> memory.
>
> Are we then creatures of action?
> Do we say that we desire those accepted cliches of
> comfort when,
> in fact, it is the challange and the adventure that
> can truly give us life?
>
> I must admit, to myself at least, that I do not
> know.
> There is one point that I cannot dispute,
> though one truth that will inevtably help me resolve
> these questions
> and which places me in a fortunate position.
> For now, beside Nemes and his kin and Gohan, dear
> Gohan my destiny is my own to choose.
>
> I am safer now than ever before in my sixty years of
> life,
> the prospects have never looked better for the
> future,
> for continued peace and conitinued seceurity.
> And yet, i feel mortal, for the first time,
> I look to what have passed rather than to what still
> to come.
> There is no other way to explain it.
> I feel that I am dying, that those stories I so
> desired to share with friends
> will soon grow stale, with nothing to replace them.
> But, i remind myself again, that the choice is mine
> to make.
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