Fables of Faerûn I: The Dimwitted Drow
Long ago in the city of Menzoberranzan, a drow wizard called Zad studied magic in the academy of Sorcere. Each tenday, the Archmage would ask Zad to demonstrate his newfound skills - and each tenday, Zad would fail. 'Sorcere educates only the brightest of pupils', warned the Archmage. 'Your scholarship must improve, or you will be expelled'. That very night, Zad slipped out of Menzoberranzan to seek the hidden city of mind flayers, Oryndoll. The library there boasted the most complete body of knowledge in the whole of the Underdark. 'I'll learn about all that is and ever was', vowed Zad. 'The Archmage will have no choice but to keep me!' Yet the longer Zad searched for Oryndoll, the more lost he became. His body weak and his stomach empty, the drow fell to the ground and reality faded. Zad awoke within a vast circular hall lined with tomes and tablets, untold knowledge etched upon them. Oryndoll! 'I made it! I will know everything' he exclaimed. A wide smile crossed Zad's face. He barely noticed the tadpole wriggling just above his left eye. 'Yes', said a voice in Zad's head. 'Everything'.