And Then I Saw The Moon

This is a fantasy story set in the Forgotten Realms setting for Dungeons and Dragons. This story builds on the fantastic work of others who have provided so much richness around the life and culture of the Drow, both at FP and in the wider world.

Like my other story, this is a story with sex and not the other way around. I hope you enjoy it.

I will be writing this one in parallel to the sequel to my other story.

Author’s Notes

This story is based on the first story I ever wrote that was longer than a few pages. It came into being because I wanted to write a character background for Dungeons and Dragons character I was playing (pen and paper, not computer).

I had not played a Cleric before, so I wanted to give it a go. I looked through the Forgotten Realms source book on deities and found Eilistraee. She seemed to encapsulate what I was looking for in a deity, but the catch was she only has female clerics. Being a GM (genetic male), this gave me a little pause, but I decided to go ahead anyway.

I was a lot more inhibited person when I wrote that story as was the audience I was writing it for. This is a rewrite of a kind which I hope is suitable for publishing here at FP.

Oh yeah, and in the current Forgotten Realms timeline Eilistraee no longer exists as she was slain. In her slaying, her followers were redeemed in the eyes of elvenkind, but still I find it irksome. She lives on in my heart, even if she was only fictional in the first place.

I will not refer to Eilistraee further in this story as I think others may find it disturbing that I refer to her in a sexual context. I will only refer to my goddess. Regardless, I have tried to stay true to her spirit.

I hope you enjoy the story of Teeyelle Karne.

Chapter 1 – I Saw the Moon

I will never forget the first time I saw the moon.

I had emerged from the Underdark three days prior. I was being pursued by a party of drow for whom I was a dangerous heretical enemy. They wanted my silence and they wanted my blood.

That I had overcome their attempts to damn my spirit galled them. That I had stood up to them in a way no one had before, threatened them.

That my faith in my beloved goddess had kept me safe from the powerful influence of their deity, the Demon Queen of Spiders, chilled them to the core.

I followed the internal compass that my goddess had planted in my head, seeking a place that I knew only as the temple at Lands End.

I travelled through thorn, thicket and stream, keeping as best as I could to a straight line to my goal. Perhaps that was foolish, but my pursuers would have no more woodscraft than I. They would also be following my trail and that would not be easy.

Much of the time I was crawling on hands and knees