Evensong V: Evolution

[Killthorne]

All this time. I have studied, and prayed. I have drawn my sword in practice to "dance" as it were, preparing myself for the worst. And all along I have known of my heritage, my ancestry... my family's defiant faith against the will of Lolth. It is this defiance that has aided me further in discovering the path of Eilistraee.

Vhaeraun. The son of Lolth and Corellon, and the brother to Eilistraee. Though related by blood to the Dark Maiden, he and she are two different deities entirely. Vhaeraun seeks betrayal and a brutal end to Lolth and conquest of the Lands Above. The Masked Lord believes that the ilythirri deserve the right to reign, as our people had suffered long enough under the spiderkissers' predictable chaotic rule, and to take revenge against Corellon's banishment to all of our kind... to punish the elves Above of their arrogance, self-righteousness, and pride. Vhaeraun seeks an impossible goal, much like the return of the Netherese fighting against the nations of surfacers Above. To punish them all. Conquest. Death. Darkness.

The further I stray from my previous life, the more I feel change becoming of me. I feel less like Gryndal Xiith, and more like the Chosen I aspire to be. My friends say I should not forget the name Qu'ellar Xiith, for they are my blood, but it is becoming harder not to. I am recognizing evil more and more. I can define their motives clearly now, seeing the truth behind every action those with dark hearts live by. They are lost in the hunger of power, just as any wicked yathrin of Menzoberranzan. They are afraid of weakness and their rush for power blinds them to the price they pay.

I do not understand the Masked Lord's followers' thinking any longer. They seek to meld with the elves Above, only to further their eventual deception and conquering. Instead of working at establishing a true bond with them, to show them there are some of us that do not worship Lolth and that we do not want any of us to suffer further... they drive another wedge in our histories together. To show that the ilythirri all along, deserved to be banished just as Lolth's people did, so long ago. They are no different than the Spider Bitch herself, but cannot see this truth.

Perhaps the ilythirri under Eilistraee have a nearly impossible goal as well. But to me, it is worthwhile. I want to unchain myself from this thinking that I must destroy in order to feel secure. To not deceive those around me, that together, we could all be finally free, from even the God's and Goddess' decision of how we should be, seperated by the past wrongs. To finally correct these terrible tragedies and to quell the misguided anger that encircles round and round us, as the years unfold.

I would like that. To show a surface elf I am not his enemy, but his distant cousin who has bore the evils of his people for far too long and is now far too weary of our seperatism. I am. So tired. So sick of the pain I had once planned upon the spiderkissers for destroying Qu'ellar Xiith. So through with the search for meaning in the same code of treachery Lolth weaves in her webs. No Vhaeraun, you are just like your mother. A male version of her. And I refuse to follow a god that is blinded by his own lack of realization.


She is everything to me now. I cannot fail her, nor her tenets. To learn that even Corellon had wished her to stay amongst the Seldarine when he had banished Araunshee with the rest of the pathetic ilythir pantheon, and that she refused, has shaken me profoundly. She did not choose banishment to have us suffer. She chose banishment to save some of us. To remind some of us, that there is another way. She was a martyr for her people and now finally perhaps, it is paying off.

So in time I believe, if yet not in my lifetime, our people if willing and to be given the chance to see this path, will evolve into something much more beautiful than just our physical forms. We will rise again, as a new race, to show the people of Abeir-Toril that the dark elves are humbly requesting refuge from Lolth. From Vhaeraun. And from all this death we have known, and not known otherwise, we will reveal how bright our souls can shine, much like the Great Light that hangs in the vast sky.

To share a dance. To sing a song. To fight like brethren with our surface cousins, against any and all that would seek our deaths for the twisted gain of unholy power. To defend against any that would destroy instead of create. To entrust in others that we are beings of simple truth instead of complex lies.

My lover is right. The ilythirri under the Dark Maiden's teachings are the most evolved form of elf on the face of the planet. Despite many lifetimes of pain, torment, and wickedness, there are still those of us willing to offer themselves for a higher purpose, and a more honorable and noble goal. We wear the skin of evil beings, bear the wrongs of them, but persist to strive to be happy and at peace with ourselves. To smile with sincerity and without an ulterior motive. To accept the weaknesses and strengths of trust and love for the sole purpose of unlocking the truest form of the ilythirri. To surrender to sadness for the darkness of our kind, as we shed tears for them, and not for one's self in pity.


I pray though, that we are only allowed that eventual chance to show them all how much farther we have come along.

[Johan Batara]

Sehr gut piece indeed mate.