The shade of Good and Evil.

A chilly wind blow across the land doing the night. The leaves of the trees making a gentle sound while the half covered moon shine down on a snow white mithril chain shirt. May'katcha pauses and glances back toward the mine she left then toward the sky. Her gaze a blank one. She adjust the sack over the shoulder and sigh faintly before she start to walk along the road.

"The fate of what we born as. Good and Evil ...faiths. All this time i had been true to myself. As a Aurilite i should do less pleasent thing yet as myself i could not be that cold blooded all times. I fought fate of my llithyrii heritage and shrug off Llolth, i was free and follow the path i would walk. The strongest survive that is the hidden message of my goddess a message that true in many cases yet..there is not room in the dales for one who is Illythrii and not of Lloth and not of Eilistraeens. Judge me of faith, judge me of heritage yet few care to see more then what their wishes to see. Be it enough to excuse hurting or ignoring..."

May'katcha keep walking the road. She pauses as she notice a man ahead walking pass before she continue on with a mutter and adjusted the sack over the shoulder.

"To think i was the monster for cutting of a ear of one who had done it to 64 Illythrii ...fate. Heh yes i did do it in a rage and bad thought of moment yet truely, he had done it to me except i had not been alive. Llolthites wishing me dead and is getting more agreesive, now moving into the trade city and possible attempt to get enough power to kill me there safely. The Eilistraeens ..heh Eilistraeens?. What a farce . Who are they to judge who evil and who good..who to stay on the surface and who go below?. I bloody nearly die fighting a lich , rescured Attis and i am still evil and meanwhile they are agressive toward me. I cant be borthered anylonger, that would be to fight fate it appear. I was once asked who i was yet ..i suppose i am that, a empty shell of ice . Time for me to leave all this behind and see the Spine of the World. Atlest ..i still have Gul, he should be meetting me soon at the place..."

The snow white figure is seen walking off into the night under a half moon. Set to reach the Spine of the World but first ..she would wait on the one person her heart still had a warmth for, the one person who she still believed in fully.
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The onyx silken robes adorned with golden threadwork flap in the breeze as he looks toward the North Ride. His back is burdened with a heavy travel pack filled with many books both mundane and arcane. Potions and essences are affixed to the outside or the heavy pack and some jingle as they touch making a music of their own as he begins his long journey. He begins his trek using his staff enchanted with cold magic as a walking stick. Small patches of permafrost appear and quickly disappear with each strike of the staff upon the ground and disappear as quickly as they appear.

“The silence will take those who worship Lloth just as it was in Sshamath long ago and those spider vithers shall perish in that pitiful camp”.

He said in is usual relaxed basso tone almost laughing as he thinks over just how it may end for the followers of the Spider Queen. The road ahead begins to turn toward the south a little and the Spiderhaunt woods can be seen in the distance. Gul grunts and grumbles feeling his age as he picks up the pace.

“At times one wonders what good is, what evil is. I do not have to wonder about such things because such things are muddled to begin with and always twisted to suit selfish ends. Good is what you like and evil is what you do not like and it is as simple as that. Though many above such as paladins and yes…drathir nekkin (moons sluts), love to wrap themselves in a mantle of goodness or vileness because it makes them appear to be better somehow. Exceptions are there, but they are so few and far between above and below Shadowdale. No…I will not be a slave to such preposterous notions of these dale vagabonds or be forced to reside below with my most hated enemies”.

He looks back once toward the woods and fields of Shadowdale uttering a long hiss of contempt.

"Aluve tree vithing self absorbed inn keeper with your silly wife creature, jalil vithing hypocritical lying moon sluts, prostitutes of the Har’oloth and Shadowdale! Aluve illythiiri tyrant disguised as a friend! Aluve vile darthiiri crusader queen! Aluve knives in the back….Aluve to you all"!