Welcome to my realm, are you prepared to meet my darkness?


The hot gleaming water swirled slowly in its own pace, the dark surface only broken by a few solitary rocks, raising out of the deep gloomy waters as the fingers of of drowning giant, polished and shaped by the constant slow dance of the water.
The undergrown cave was filled with the soft musical sounds of the great lake, and the walls reflectet the surface of the silvery water, making the soft light, always present when there is water, dance over the rock colums, supporting the caveroof. Giving the cave the impression of a big underground chatedral.

Something broke the surface with a splashing sound, echoing of the walls, being thrown back and forth and mingling with the soft sounds already making the cave sing.
A solitary shape was swimming in the lake, her dark skin blending in with the lake, but her long silverywhite hair seemed to lighten op the darkness, and trailed after her like hungry snakes.
She crossed the lake in slow movements enjoying the hot underground springwater.
Not many knew of this place but it was not unuasual, the underdark was a huge mass of linked caves and tunnels, and only a percentile of them had ever been explored.

Kishura liked to come here for a solitary swim, it was her meditation, the warm waters relaxing her body and her mind, relieving her from the stress of the drow community and the religious madness of the tempel.
Blasfemous as her thoughts may be, she was sure that her goddess would forgive her this one time, afterall she had served her well for the greater part of her life, and she would most likely do it for years to come yet.

She reached the far shore, and climbed halfway out of the waters. Her velvet priestrobe lying on the rocky ground together with the rest of her posessions, nicely boundled up. Still standing in water to her tighs she collectet her long hair, and twistet it to squeeze out the water. Then she braided it to keep the moist hair out of her way untill it was dried. She stepped out of the waters and bend down to pick up her robe, slid it over her head, and fastened it thightly around her slim body, with a complex set of silverstrings.
The robe stood well to her dark teignt, and the long slids up to her tighs made it possible for her to move easy around the dark tunnels of her homeland.
She buckled on the thin silverbelt with her scrollcase and her purse, and picked up the dark traveling cloak.
It would be the last time she viseted this place for a long while. She was making ready to leave the underdark for a recognoscense trip out in to the world of sunlight. An order from the highpriestess, presumebly directly from the goddess herself.

She checked her posesions to make sure that the dark blindfold was still with her.
Her tilted red eyes, where not acustomed to the sunlight and she would turn blind in the matter of minuts if she didnt take her prercausions.

Kishura sighed softly and turned around, letting her eyes take in the beautifull dark lake. She was not a person to be overwhelmed by emotions, frankly she often let the gloomy nature of her race take over, but this place was one to bring out a slight hint of affection. She had spen a lot of time here during her acceptance into the servitude of her goddess, and it still held somesort of importance to her.
A last gaze and then nothing more, she turned around again, and made ready for her trip. leaving the cave behind her as she stepped out into a small almost hidden tunnelway.