I have considered long and hard upon the continuation of my education and have determined to avail myself of all the languages of the Underdark races. What better way may I prepare myself to survive the jagged passages of Forever Night than by studying the ways of its varied beasts and sundry monsters that traverse the darkest ways. I must release the prejudice of my people's ways, seeing these base creatures as nothing more than slaves. The way of the Tabernacle does not permit such clouded views or usage of knowledge.
For this reason, I have recently undertaken the study of the minotaurs. The idiosynchrosies of the bullish snorts and pawing of the ground for meaning are quite humorous to behold. Their alphabet is quite simple, and suprisingly short, leading one to assume that either their intelligence is not nearly so high, or they do not require as many words as the rest of us to get their meaning across. I undertook a sebaticle to the Keep at Mahn Tor, studying the society from the shadows. After close inspection of a cadaverous minotaur (I shan't relate how the beast died) I was able to determine why they are so abrupt in their language. Their mouths lack the physiological construction for higher consonant pronunciation, whilst their broad tongues often tangle long words and make them indistinguishable from other vocalizations. Clearly, they use facial contortions, eye glinting, and horn waving to accentuate their language owing to their lack of ability to say so much more. Quite intriguing.
Upon another subject, I have concluded my first report to the Tabernacle. It was a bit long in its content, yet the subject could prove most fortuitous to the Lore Masters in dealing with matters currently occuring in the world. I still feel the lingering sting of the slap I took from the parties involved in the encounter, the red mark paleing on my dark face as we speak. Methinks there are those that are threatened by the watchers. Perhaps they foresee dark designs in our constant gathering. I offer no apologies, however, nor take offense. It is not my job to console the disconsolate or anxious, let them believe as they shall. I shall continue to watch and report, gather and write, see and listen.
What an intriguing life this has turned out to be. The Tabernacle has fulfilled my wandering spirit's longings. My purpose is clear, as a Mason, and a drow.
Posted by Zayne at August 16, 2004 11:35 AM