The Underdark

Picture the world like a good Vale cheese. Hopefully from Downing Vale, because I must admit that they produce the finest of cheeses. First, you have your rind. That’s where we live, on the surface. We can see the light of the sun and moon and stars, and all that. Then, look at the middle. Downing Cheese, as you may well know, is rife with holes like a sponge. That is the Underdark where all sorts of unpleasant things live. There is no sun, no moon, no stars. Little wonder that the Trolls and their horrible goddess Mother Night love the Underdark, nor that black things from before the world’s beginning grow there.

Hamish Letterfriend, on the Underdark

I don’t understand why every analogy you make must include some kind of food.

Orvius Wildspell, on Hamish

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The Underdark

Abridged History of the 10th Age Idabrius