The Moon Elf's Shadow

The screams had long since faded from memory, but the darkness remained eternal. Kael'thar, though he would not hear his true name spoken for many years, knew only the suffocating embrace of the Underdark's deepest caverns, where the very stone seemed to pulse with malevolent life. Stalactites hung like the fangs of some primordial beast overhead, weeping acidic moisture that had carved channels through the obsidian floor over countless millennia. The air tasted of sulfur and ancient death, thick enough to choke the unwary and laden with the whispered promises of things that should never see light.