Being in a drow prison stinks. both literally and figuratively. Somehow, demons from above gave us enough of a distraction and we were able to jump the ledge into the water below. 8 days of traveling led us to the doorstep of Sloobloodop (I hear that place is a shithole) becuase we are in desperate need of supplies. I'm starting to get a feel for this rage that is constantly burning inside me. channeling the anger has given me a focus for my new power. My adopted clan is… interesting. most of them seem to be very interested in getting to the surface. To be honest, I could probably see myself up there too. Not much left down here and I have useful skills to offer. Perhaps we should go to gracklstugh after this. I REALLY want my battleaxe and if the fish people don't have one, I know we can get one there. At any rate, we will see what the fish village has to offer tomorrow.