The Drow, Aracknilidian Ob ’Darnus was born to the house Ob ’Darnus, and was made to become a mage. He hated the ways of his people, but he never told anyone of this as it would mean death to go against the wishes of his house. So he went away to study in sorcere, and earned the favor of his mother, the matron of his house. When Aracknilidian got to the age of 17 he started to hear things that no other drow could hear. For in his head he could hear the word of an echoing female voice. She would say “kill, fire, death” over and over, in a horrible chant, and she sometimes would not stop for weeks at a time.
Aracknilidian would just ignore the voice and try to continue with his work, so that he would not be punished.

When Aracknilidian got to the age 19 the voice finally said something that made sense, instead of its usual ranting. The voice spoke softly to Aracknilidian, saying to him: “you are a strong one child. Yes, I think you will do just fine”. For several weeks after this Aracknilidian’s mind was silent. He began to miss the voice and wished for it to return. Finally the voice came back and said “congratulations you have past my first test. My name is Helray.”

“I am ah what you call a god… I like to think of myself as goddess of chaos and destruction and I have chosen you to become my high priest.” Aracknilidian was amazed and asked, “what do I have to do? I am a mage, and I don’t know how to be a priest.” The voice whispered in his head giving him his instructions. “You have to prove your self one more time Aracknilidian, I want you to attack this outpost for me.” Aracknilidian knew this was almost certainly going to lead to his death
so he yelled out “WHAT? NO, I WOULD BE KILLED FOR SURE!” in a seductive whisper the voice said only two more words, which trailed off into silence. “Trust me….”

So Aracknilidian started to use the spells that he had been shown by his teachers, and summoned two fire and wind elementals. He then heard the yells of a nearby drow. “Quick attack him he’s gone crazy. The mage has gone mad!” As the nearby drow began to rush at him he started casting spells at the drow fighters, mages and priestesses as they rushed to attack him. He shot fireballs and disintegration spells into the crowd as more and more drow arrived. He shot all different kinds of spell and the drow fell to the ground around him. At first Aracknilidian didn’t even notice that he was casting spells that he hadn’t memorized, and even some that he didn’t even know. His attack lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like hours to the young drow, as the attacking drow died around him. When there were no more enemies rushing to stop him, he fell to the
ground exhausted, with his powers depleted.

Aracknilidian awoke in a room he thought he had never been in before, but as soon as he got up he realized were he was. He was in the holding pen used to hold sacrifice victims waiting to be sacrificed by his house. He decided that some if his house must have survived the attack, they were giving him up in an attempt to avoid war with the other houses. He sat down and wondered what to do, not even noticing that Helray was not talking. For hours he sat there almost falling asleep when suddenly
he heard the door open. It was his father. His farther spoke in a soft voice and said to Aracknilidian: “you fool why did you do that.” Aracknilidian said nothing, so his “fine just say nothing, and come with me. I’ll get you out of here.” Aracknilidian followed his farther out a secret pathway that took them out of the outpost borders. His farther said to him “your on your own now,” and left him alone in a tunnel which lead out of the under-dark. Aracknilidian started walking up the tunnel, as he walked up the tunnel, as he walked he heard grows, and he looked back but could see nothing. Then it came out of the shadows in a
sudden rush. It was a drider, running after him. Aracknilidian ran as fast as he could, knowing that if he were caught he would suffer the same fate as his father. The drider surged forward and jumped on to him. As Aracknilidian fell to the ground. He quickly stabbed the drider with the dagger his father had given him when he went to sorcere, and as the beast fell back, he got up and ran away.

Two days later when Aracknilidian got to the surface, he ran into the woods and, confused as he was he could think of nothing but sleep for the night. Aracknilidian was suddenly awakened by a knife pressing against his throat. Two hooded men were standing over him. The man holding the dagger to his throat had dark skin, and appeared almost as if he were part drow, well the features of the other could not be made out beneath his hooded clock. “Looks we got a drow Kurros,” said the man
with the dagger. “Pretty rare up here on the surface. Ya think I should kill `im?”

The other man spoke, and said “No Kaz, just leave him alone, he’s not going to cause us any problems, we’ll just leave him and be on our way.” The man called Kaz took the knife away from his neck and began to walk away. For the first time in days Helray spoke. “Quick go after them you need them. ” Aracknilidian quickly got up and began to go after the men. As Aracknilidian approached the men, the one call Kaz spoke again. “He’s following us.” The second man turned and spoke a
word of power, and glowing energy-bolt leapt from his hand towards Aracknilidian. Aracknilidian quickly began to cast a defensive spell, but as he completed the words he realized with a panic that he could not access the weave. He reached out frantically, and suddenly a source of energy filled him, powering his spell and stopping the energy-bolt. “I’ve never seen anyone deflect that spell before,” whispered Kaz, “and he didn’t access the weave.” “Yes, maybe you could be of use to us,” said
the second man. “My name is Kurros, what is yours? We would be happy to let you travel with us.”

“My name is Aracknilidian and I would be happy to join you,” said the drow. Kazgoroth grimaced at this and said, “how about we call you Arakon instead? Your name is to damned hard to say, and Arakon sounds better anyway.” Again the soft female voice spoke in Aracknilidian’s mind, “take this new name, it suits you well.” So Arakon went along with the two travelers to begin his new life as the only cleric of Helray.