Valeth

[Yousei Akki]

Name: Valeth
Profession: Rouge

Age: Unknown
Birth place: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic Good  

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Do you know what a Gloamling is? Most folks know what they are. I can describe to you their physical appearance easily. I could even begin to describe the wonderful skills and abilities they possess. But these are things everyone already know. Or things they can find out easily enough.

Gloamlings are gentle and helpful creatures. The do not judge or are prejudice against other species. If a drow is in trouble, and he comes across a Gloamling, he knows that he is safe. This was one of the many truths I had come to be taught when I was young. That was why when I found myself peering into the slightly luminouse eyes of a Gloamling I was not afraid. I knew I would be okay.

I suppose I have jumped ahead a bit, I can't help it really. I am just so excited. I need to write all of these spinning thoughts of mine down into my journal before I lose them or their glow begins to fade from my mind. Let's see if I can start more properly on the next page hmm?  

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I have begun to wonder, to tell the truth, what it is that inspiries us to write down our thoughts and feelings. For a race so secretive and careful and paranoid you would expect us to not be so truthful on parchment. I mean, these flimsy books are easily stolen and used against us you know? Anyone can pick my journal up and flip through it and learn things I would never share with anyone else. So then why? Why are we so honest with paper and words? I have no thoughts myself about it, perhaps in time I will be able to come up with some sort of answer down the road.

So then, where should I start? My name is Val'eth. I was a caravan brat for the first few decades of life. I spent a lot of my time helping the cook and running as scout ahead of the caravan. What better way to discover if there is a nest of something nasty lieing in wait then to send a scrappy kid ahead and see if they get snatched up? I lived in the caravan long enough to see three fellow caravan brats meet ugly ends. Of course, in all fairness I have to admitt that if we had run into the ambush or particular monsters unaware we would have lost a lot more lives then just that one kids. It did not make hearing their final cry any easier to hear. I was always terrified when I was sent out in front that my last day had come. And you know? It did, in a way. But not by means of a monster attack.
 

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The day I was lost to the caravan was the day we ventured down a new tunnel in an attempt to find water. One of the wagon wheels had broken on the supply wagon and it had overturned. The water barrels had not been properly lashed down and they had been damaged in the fall. As a result over half our supply of water was lost. The caravan master punished the one who had been in charge of secureing the supplies in that wagon by having him bled and wrung out of all his blood in order to 'water' the riding lizards. I heard she had even drunk some of the blood watered down with wine. I do not doubt that personally. The caravan mistress was a very harsh female to work for.

I was out front, creeping along and jumping at every click of stone. I could not have been more then a boy, not yet a teen in age yet. I suppose I was too busy looking up and to the sides in fearful expectation of a Hook Horror or a Bugbear jumping out to gobble me up. I did not realize there were cracks in the floor until I felt the slight shift under my feet. I looked down, and stared at the stone uncertainly. I had never seen the tunnel floor look like it had then. It was cracked in a pattern like spiderwebbing and it dipped downwards. I wasn't anywhere near the middle of the dip, so I thought it was safe enough for me to back up to the edge. In hindsight I suppose back tracking over ground already weakened by my weight was a bad idea. I only backed up three steps before the stone gave way beneath me and I fell downwards. My head cracked on something sharp, and thankfully all I remember of the fall was the awkward feeling of rock rubbing against my body.
 

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I awoke to glowing eyes. My first thought was how pretty they light was. it did not hurt to look upon it, and it was such a gentle pretty shimmer in the darkness. My next thought was how cold and sore I felt. The Gloamling had carried me back to it's cave and bound up my body. Just like the stories! I was actually thrilled you know? I had thought the story I had been told was some sort of fairy tale. You know, like the story of a ball of fire high above that didn't burn you to ash with it's brightness or the belief there is no ceiling on the 'Surface'. You know. Tall tales and fantastic stories. But here was one of those fantastic stories that were so gtrue...it was unbelieveable. I can't possibly tell you how happy I felt as I laid there. Sure, I couldn't move, my body felt broken, and I had been abandoned by the only 'family' I could recall. But I was being taken care of by a real life Gloamling!

In the next few weeks, I was tended to by the creature with a gentleness I had never thought possible. Her fingers were so soft. She had beautiful wings too. I loved looking at them. She did look weird though. Her face was a bit too long and her hair seemed a bit too shaggy. She was not beautiful or even pretty, but she certainly was not ugly. Looking at her was not hard, and studying her gave me plenty to do while I laid on the mend. Actually it was nice...for the first week. I had no chores to tend to. I had no jobs. I was able to sleep as long as I wanted. Yes, after a long life of hard work this was a nice break indeed. Then the frustration and restlessness set in. The Gloamling, Kimee was her name, tried to make it easier for me...

She gave me lock picks and small box's to practice picking. She never told me what was inside, which was the wonderful thing. It was always a surprise. Sometimes there was a shiney rock, sometimes there was a sweet sugar crystal candy. Once in a while there was nothing, but not often enough to be a cruel trick or discouraging. I suspect this was her way to teach me that not all efforts revealed something good.
 

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It took months for my body to heal, but I hardly noticed it with the play like lessons that Kimee was teaching me. I learned how to read and write in the Gloamling language before she would teach me how to speak to her. That was a real test right there. Finally I was able to speak to her though, and she had nothing but good things to say to me... I was a guest in her house. I could leave when I wished, she would even take me to the nearest city of my kind and make certain i reached there safely. She did not want anything in return for what she had done for me. The gifts were mine to keep, as were the lock picks. I have to admitt, I was joyful to hear such words spoken to me. They only further proved to me that the tales of Gloamlings were true. They were kind creatures and could be trusted. No wonder the drow and duagar cities left these creatures in peace! They were like a shiney platinum piece found when you were on the verge of starving. No ill or bad could come with leaving them around.

Kimee didn't turn me out of her cave..and I did not leave for years. I've lived with her and learned some good things. When I go to sleep, I do not feel the need to hide a dagger under my pillow. When I need to eat, I do not have to make certain I have a anti-venom somewhere on my person. When I am feeling sadness or fear or happiness I do not feel as if I need to hide them. Kimee has told me many times that my eyes are beautiful windows that reflect the purity of my soul. I feel rather silly when she speaks so poeticlly of me.