[H1][center] El [/center][/h1]


'A child of hatred? Your kind would know all about that, wouldn't you?' The words burned her lips, she yearned to have the courage, but feared what a drow offended could do. Lilac eyes pierced through the woman, she could barely stop the shiver in her shoulders. 'She will devour my existence and leave naught but bones and death in her wake if allow her to. I must not falter, lest she she chooses to scorn me and carve her contempt into my skin.' Bitter anger coursed the El as she reached her conculsion. 

'What spine? A mistake, and yet I have saved and cursed myself in one breath. Lady, do you forsake me, or bless me with these events?' Her pleas to her goddess interrupted as the "crone" continued.

'The attention of a drow, this is truly a curse.' Feeling the tap on her shoulder, El's eyes traced quickly over the once again hidden visage. Looking over the now covered drow, she saw two people approaching. 

Standing, she looked over them, and saw something that brought a chill to her bones. An elf? First a drow, and now an elf. What curse she bears on this day. Despairing over these events, she watched them approach,  hearing tge "crone" call out to them about divination and love potions. She nearly scoffed. A drow, brought low enough to feed the vices of their enemies. What an amusing thought.

"The Fallen Star, and The Hero of the East? I must say companions as famed as you would be welcome on my journey. I am The Lady of Shame, Ellasapet.  I bring forth the mights of alchemy, and dominion over the living body. I am both an alchemist and anthropomagus. My skills would fair us well in these journeys."