Trex of BlackSun

Trex Olthar, of the BlackSun

	Trex was born within the underdark, in a far corner in a small drow village. The village was lit faintly by the glowing mushrooms of the region that gave it's it's name, Noxious Shroomfields. The current drow ruler, Corrin Morghna. Trex was mostly unusual for a drow, while he has the usual spirit of thriving to reach greater places in life, he didn't care for the frequent murder and backstabbing. His parents never really cared for him, as tradition with drow. All trex longed for was a family and some friends. The greatest treasures he'd hold dear to his heart. However, to their society, friends were nothing more than tools, to be used to further your goals, and family simply the people least likely to stab you in the back as you're more beneficial alive than dead.
	Rebelling against their rules and tradition was a pastime of Trex, and so he was never allowed alongside the others as he grew up for the raids to the surface. Not that he wanted to anyway. While he stole from around him to keep himself alive, he never really considered murdering a man worth it to get to your ends. To him, the point was to take the material possessions of others. To take someone's life though, is more precious. As the village went out for a particularly large raid, from what he heard, a raid on a church at the surface, Trex snuck into the house of Corrin. She had always been a rude, nasty woman to him, though that was everyone in the village. Searching about, he stumbled upon a gnomish, glass lamp... something special, something called to Trex. Normally he stole to survive, today he stole because he wanted to.
	Taking back the lamp, he inspected it as he returned to his little shack. A small canary flittered around the glass, bouncing against it's sides, and landing onto a small perch. The brass of the machinery, chugging away, as it began to chirp a small song. It was something special. He had never seen a bird before, or really any metal of this quality. A brass, with a crystal clear glass. Far too elegant for their small village. A small glowing crystal it lit it up, with a bright, light. It was warm to the touch, and almost buzzing with energy. It was completely unlike the natural glow of the mushrooms that he was so used to, instead, if he knew of the concept, like that of a sun. He yearned to see more, he yearned to see just what there was...