I am lost. Lost in a strange world. I cannot find a trace of my friends. Guenwhyvar will not come. I am truely alone. The Underdark has vanished along with Lolth, but I cannot find peace. Large metal boxes on wheels rumble along at tremendous speeds. Black smoke billows from their tails. Do they house dragons? There are no harnesses for horses upon their fronts which leads me to believe that they are magical. However the first being that I asked about them stared at me then laughed at the idea of magic. The next person I asked pulled out a curious odject that spat metal and fire. I was wounded in the shoulder, my armor did naught! I ran like I have never run before. A small child, at the age of sixteen I believe, helped to bandage my shoulder. He also suggested that I leave my simitars in a safe place or the ones with the metal and fire spitting weapons would come after me. Oddly he called me by name though I did not speak it. He said something about books about me, which I could believe. Until he showed them to me.
                                                                                                 -Drizzt Do'Urden

“Never confuse honor with stupidity!” 
                                           -Drizzt Do'Urden



Remember all things will pass. When you realize this is your life will open before you. Remember to all things will end. So come to term with life.
                               -Drizzt Do'Urden


"I am no man's master, nor would I ever want to be." 

                               -Drizzt Do'Urden