Member No.: 79
Joined: 25-September 06
Key- Description of Page, writing, etc
Actual written input by Pariah
The page is quite tattered and is hanging from the book in which it was bound so long ago, the sides of the page torn and withered. The handwriting is quite messy and has some mistakes and smudge marks, where some of these mistakes have been corrected.
Today they told me that i simply wasn't good enough for them and so today i see it fit that i begin this....'Diary'.
I now find myself a short way outside the town in which i was born in one of the many vast tunnel networks leading towards it. I don't know how long it will be before they find me here and attack me, so i have to make this entry quick. In brief, i have now been ousted from our...'community' if it can even be called that, apparantly having a lack of thirst for blood is a bad thing, bad enough to have you disowned. Never before have i heard of one of my kind being thrown from the town, or disowned by our population as a whole and as such i'm beginning to think that i am the first to recieve such treatment which is why i have started this Diary. Since this book is starting without a background story, i feel it fit that i should be the one to create this written account of my beginnings and the stories of how my race came into existence. The history of my people is quite a garbled one, town elders often spoke of us being blessed by various gods and being born to fight, others thought that we were to rise from below the planet and take over the top some day, i myself, have no idea.
The most commonly believed version is that of the Elders, as my people (The Yuan-ti) are a proud race, fond of their powers to destroy.
Our community revolves around these Elders, they are leaders i suppose, often crushing all stories of outside worlds and keeping us interested in that which we have down here. From a young age, i have often dreamt of leaving my home to travel to the surface and only now has it become possible..i wish it could have been on better terms, but my kind feel the need to hunt me down before i reach the surface and kill me for being a weakling, afraid of what i may show the outside world of us, it is my goal to get there before them for i wish not to die for not showing the same thirst for blood that they do, i wish to explore and find somewhere i can find peace, not war.
The second page of the book, continues in the same tattered style and the writing is more rushed, introducing more mistakes and smudge marks.
This hiding place has held out a little longer than i had thought, or even hoped for, it seems they haven't navigated these tunnels as well as they thought they had, for they have been unable to find me but have come close a few times. I have decided to keep with the format i had used on my previous page, the inclusion of a title makes this feel a little more appropriate, hopefully some day someone will take the time to read this. In my last entry, i hadn't properly accounted for my actual departure from my town and as such i hope to do this now. From a young age, our kind are trained in a brutal fashion, the weaker left to die, the stronger surviving and becoming elders and leaders of armies. My parents followed the same trend, often thinking of my siblings as betters and giving them better clothing and food etc, i was left behind to rot. Another aspect of my parents which i'll always remember will be the hate i recieved when speaking or thinking of the world above us, it wasn't exactly an accepted topic of speech in our town and often carried penalties or punishments. For quite a while, i was satisfied with the way i lived and often beat myself up mentally for my lack of actual fighting skills, that's when i stumbled upon swords, for me swords are a thing of beauty, a good sword fight is a great way of relieving stress and built up feelings for me, unlike my kin i have no wish to cause any actual damage with such a thing however, which brings me to my next point. One of the major things my race seem to pride themselves on is their 'powers' so to speak, i'm unsure as to whether or not these powers are considered uncommon above us, but down here, the stronger you are with these powers, the higher up in society you become because of this, these pow-
The W ends with a long scrawl, the page slightly bent and folded around the bottom as if it was lifted up quickly.