My name is Arduleyl. I was born as an anomaly, a freak occurence that happens only once in several generations. I am a reverse albino. My clan spurned me, but could not bring themselves to abandon me. Instead, rather than dolls and toys, I have been raised to think like a dark elf, to act like a dark elf. Through my actions, I may be able to redeem myself and my family. I will infiltrate the dark elves and destroy the drow from within. This is my report.

I was born in Lin'liltanin. I was removed from my parents immediately at birth. I do not even know who they are. From my earliest memories, I remember being different. People would look at me and quickly turn away. The only person who cared for me was Tigran, an elf elder whose job it was to train me to be a spy.


(about halfway through the book)
We decided to create the entrance to Sarlorinth in the hills near the mouth of the Navari. Here is where we will seal ourselves from the outside world. This will be the gateway city into the heart of the Drow empire.

... (Several paragraphs follow with nothing of interest)...
The drow spies have reported that giants and minotaurs have stolen the Star of Moana from Sil'lintinil. The drow elders want to intercept the artifact before it is lost for good.

I have mixed feelings on this. On one hand for the artifact to truly be lost would be unthinkable, on the other for the drow to control it would be even worse.

Our diviners have selected an odd lot to recover the artifact. It seems woefully underpowered, but our diviners are adamant that they are the ones who have the best chance to succeed. I do not know whether to oppose their mission because of the portent, or whether to approve because they will almsot surely fail.

(Several chapters follow with nothing of interest to the present day. They describe some of the political leaders, their psychological profiles, and information on how best to deal with them)...

The attacks have gotten worse, and I'm beginning to have mixed feelings myself. I understand the elders are bitter that Drow's people turned away from the forest, but to refuse them entry in this time of war is just as cruel. The forest would protect them, but instead they are left to fend for themselves.

I still haven't heard anything from the group sent out to recover the Star. I fear that the artifact may be lost to us forever.

Sarlorinth is almost ready for habitation. The excavators will move out of Sarlorinth into Sartornath and continue from there. It is hoped that once people see the beauty of Sarlorinth more people will be willing to escape the war by delving underground.

I realize now that the Drow line is not our enemy because they have a different viewpoint; simply put, their leaders are crazy, and fanatical. Still, their prediction that demons would wage war upon our land which was so crazy has come true. I still find it impossible to believe some of their other predictions, though, but now I fear what would happen if they came true.