In the darkness of a tavern there is a bench where a lone being sitts there thinbking and writing texts but he himself is very alone. he has been lonly ever since the battle he fought in at a viiage long ago.cold and alone the life of drow he thought to himself so alone.oh well at least i've got myself right .....thats got to count for something ....time to snap back to reality....

Mathius opens his eyes he'd been in a deep trance trying to rcover from the last battle...but he seemed to sence that he wasn't alone oh well he thought. lets see what am i wri5ting currently he thought as he looked down at his text and read"The visions of fire course through me. When rage calls the embers of darkness to the surface, to raise the death coursing through the Holy Wars under thy surface. I’m in a position to penetrate the whole of the groups and strike deep and destroy them from within their pointless feuds and crowds. Holy Wars bearing no titles of love or passion, only the banners of hate and destruction the innocent won’t stand in the way of this war once it’s in motion it won’t stop for no man only for its will....." so far so good he thought.