Born into the world of the drow, in the underdark, below the northern east corner of the continent of Mistone, Krowlyss had always been a maticulous deviant. He had been raised by two equally maticulous parents, which, at the time, if they had not been so caught up in their struggle to hold power over one another, might have expected great things from their child. It was common, growing up, that Krowlyss was left to constantly care for himself, as it was almost superficially expected of him. It was due to this, that he generally kept to himself, and it was, much to the chagrine of others, extraordinarily hard to find out how he not only stood on certain matters, but what he might be plotting underneath all that he did. He had learned by watching his parents, growing up, that he would spend the rest of his life doing nothing but doing his best to outdo all of those that were around him. It had become vastly apparent that all he would do would be with consequence, which might come to pass years after the event. It was this way of thinking, that made him work every action he would take, into a plan that would inevitably lead him to a place in the world much higher then his parents could ever achieve, or so he imagined. His ambitions of ever being the Patriarch were suddenly split asunder, as the female population of the house had began to overthrow the males, but he knew that one in which he could take hold of still existed, and that is what he one day hoped to obtain. He found many that also wished for this same position of the house, that being the position of Archmage, and those also vying for the position of Warmistress, both groups in which he made himself very close. One woman, known as Tasslern, in particular, he found himself to be very close to, as she was not only the most beautiful of her kindred, but also one of the most intelligent of the flock. It was not only her intelligence he was drawn to, but her almost pure sadistic manner in which she played and portrayed herself. She appeared to be attracted to him, and in fact, whether she would admit or not, was very much attached to Krowlyss. Together, they were a powerful team, and quickly moved their way through the political cycle, and yet, it was not to be. Krowlyss and Tasslern were just months away from their goals, when they became privately engaged, and unforeseen betrayel struck Krowlyss, though it was not that of Tasslern. Many of the other kindred turned on Krowlyss, seeing how he had gotten the upperhand, and took him in his sleep... leaving him in the upper levels to die at the gaze of the beholders. He awoke to find himself alone, and Tasslern nowhere in sight, but at the time, he was far from afraid, and to be truthful, he was angry with himself, for he had not seen this, maticulous as he had been. He had gotten so caught up in his engagement, his newfound love, that he was blinded to all that he believed was true to him. He raised to his knees, arms bounded behind his back, and ankles bound close and shifting in dirt as he attempted to wrestle with predicament. His eyes raised, only to make with that of the shadow of the beholder before he stopped himself, keeping from looking up to the beast. Krowlyss began to chant, hoping he could quickly get off some defense, or offense, if he could before it attacked, but it was too late. His body seemed to burst into flames as an electrical current surged into his body, filling him with an unfamiliar feeling that was not common within caves such as the one in which he lived. The heat, that which was so unfamiliar to him, quickly incapacitated him before the beast, and as such, he was left defenseless as it leered over him. A new horror dawned on him, when he awoke again... skin charred and split open, that no one was coming for him, and that he may never see his loved one again. The beholder had left him, just as his kindred had left him to die, but now it was day, and light shone in from the caverns above. The light, which he looked off to, must have scared the beholder deeper into the cavern, for even Krowlyss' eyes burned in the light, which had ironically brought him some form of salvation. Krowlyss prayed, not knowing what was to become of him, but, regardless of the fact, he crawled, making his way toward the opening in an effort to escape... finding his skin to already be charred. He shifted himself just over ten feet, in about two hours before passing out again from exhaustion, only to awaken later and find the lights once more to be out. The opening was just three feet away, and so Krowlyss, now able to think clearly, brought his arms down under his legs and then pulled them in front of him... using them to crawl, and making his way up and out of the opening. The moonlight greeted him out into the forest world, where he would remove his bonds using only his hands and his teeth. The world would be unkind to him, as he was, for reasons unknown to him, unable to conjure the magical energy within himself for even the most basic of needs. He was going to go back, and reclaim what was his, but for at the time, he was powerless and unable to defend himself, let alone have the ability to take from even the lowliest warrior. He knew he needed to eat, and seeing as how he had no tools or experience with which to use in the hunt, he was forced to turn to thievery. It wasn't long before he came across the village of Leilon, and a temple which resided within it. His prayers had yet to be answered, but he was a man of faith, and there was little to make him believe that his prayers would go as such. In his attempt to thieve from the temple, as weak and clumbsy as he was, Krowlyss was noticed, and thus, chased out into the village where the people awaited him. The villagers that caught up to him beat him, and just as others had done before him, as if mistaking it for mercy, dragged him outside of the village where they left him to die in the approaching sun, instead of taking his life from him. A travelling cleric, having been watching from the sidelines, followed the villagers from their scuffle, and approached the dying Dark Elf. The man, the cleric, was in a fact a travelling Aasimar, that almost disregaurded his own diety, Aeridin, and considered leaving the Dark Elf for dead as well. It must have been something that Aasimar, Coron, must have seen in Krowlyss that night, that made him want to save him, as if disreguarding Krowlyss standard of living. Krowlyss did nothing but curse the cleric and his god, along with his own, but Coron just looked to him, as if sorry for him. Krowlyss had never thought much of Aeridin before Coron, and equally, had never associated himself with such a diety. It was, however, hard for Krowlyss to follow the Dogma even after he became a priest of Aeridin, as his he still could not bring himself to forget his loss all too easily. He later reconsiled with Aeridin, and now follows her Dogma to only the highest of degrees that he is capable of. He does find it against his belief to now seek out even the zombies, as he has spent far too much of his life looking for fights to begin with. Krowlyss helps all that cross his path, and as he has studied, helps even those that are of his past evil inclinations. The time finally came for him, two years into his subjection to his newfound diety and friend, and he was to leave Coron, for he was once again strong enough to return home. He journeyed, back to the depths of the underworld, down past the caverns of the beholders, and back into the place which he once called home. He was found not to be welcomed, though he also found this to be expected, as the number of men in the house had dwindled from that which had originally been; before he had been left for dead. It was not long before he found that his love, Tasslern, had in fact disappeared around the same time as himself... never to be heard from again. This threw Krowlyss' mind into a calamity of despair, and in his rage, he hunted for those that had brought this tragedy to his world. He searched and searched the caverns, but could not find those that had turned him to what he was, and soon, his own diety, Aeridin, took his power from him once more, seeing what he wished to bring upon his fellow, and forced him to retreat back to the main land. Unable to find that which he sought, and having somehow known her to be dead for quite some time, Krowlyss returned to the forests in which he and Coron had studied, only to find his friend to be long gone. He stayed there, as both sides of himself tore at him, as if trying to topple him to one side or the other, and fearing that he might fall to evil once more, he slept. That very night he had a dream, in which a giant beast spoke to him, telling him of what he must do to redeem himself for all that he had once done. It was his calling, and somehow, he did not feel alone, though at the time, he did nothing but question these feelings. So, at the passing of the day, the Dark Elf went, silently, pledging himself to redemption, and the place where he would get away.