This is the chronicle of Omulu'Ryn l'Ith-Nal.Currently stationed at d'Vhid Avuna.My life's goal has been heeding the call from Lolth, from wherever She may do so.More specifically, to Houses who carry her favor , and make sure they manage to keep it that way.It's where my talents lay.For it did not please Lloth to send me on the path of Yathrin, she had bestowed another honor on me instead.Magic that is not divine but surely not less powerful.I have had many a students.And many have grown to be great.Not once did their succes shine on me directly.But each and everyone of those , kept fearing me throghout their quest for glory.For now I hear the Call coming from a farout region in the UnderDark.A small town.I have to fight my reluctance to go there, away from my comforts, the noisyness of the big city.Silence is too deafening for one like me.Ah to think, I stared out my life, or at least the memorable part of it, as one being able to sing magic to life within myself.Vieuwed with hatred and jealousy. I thrived off it and received predatorial senses.Although I am not invisible , nor I ever was.
I am Omulu, the friend of nobles.
I am called the Black Plague.
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