The months have paid off. I have brushed the gathered dust of countless hours spent in the library from my shoulders, unmoved but for the shifting glance of my eyes as they read line after line of passages, my fingers lightly and quickly turning the pages. My cloak no longer holds the pungent scent of smoke from candlewax. My eyes squint in the presence of so much light. Daylight.
I emerge from the halls of knowledge, a new drow. I emerge, as a full member of Tabernacle. The rituals I undertook to prove myself worthy, I shan't even list in this journal. The secrets of the Tabernacle must stay with the Tabernacle.
I have walked the realms for days since leaving the sanctuary. Roaming the shadows, watching, listening, collecting information. I hesitate to admit, my passing has not been unnoticed, for many are the whispers that I have heard from the murderous gangs lurking in the alleys. "Was that a Tabernacle?" slurs a lecherous footpad. "I have never seen one before! Are you sure?" squeeks his enthusiastic cohort, each craning to get a better view of my unmarked vestements.
"What gives it away" I ponder to myself, disinterested with their attention, for I know it shall quickly wane as more acolytes pass through the Tabernacle doors and out into the world. The novelty shall soon end.
I have more important things to do. Secrets to divine. Plots to discover. History to record. Let others be the center of this unwanted focus, for I shall remain, ever the recorder of acts.
Posted by Zayne at August 13, 2004 11:33 PM