| The blackness is clearing. Lloth has spoken; I know what must be done. She wants my beloved Xun’riia and me to succeed, to gain the Skull of Arch Mage. Yes it is all clear now the darkness which surrounds me, I know what it means. It is the suffering of the souls that we have sent to the Divine Mother. And the visions, these are my future, our future, Xun’riia’s and mine. We will rule, I will be Matron! I will be queen. Vierna, Maya, my mother, my brothers they will not stop me.
What is this flame like mist I see before me? It shimmers and flickers and begins to solidify. What is this before me? It is becoming clearer now, a beautiful Drow in shimmering flame! Who are you? What are you? Ah the flames from her body surround and consume me. They do not burn but send me towards the heights of perfect ecstasy! My senses sharpen, I can see, hear, feel better than ever before. Is this death?
Somehow I regain control and this Drow of flames stands before me, yet there are no flames now, only a Drow of such beauty second only to Lloth herself. Her eyes glow red, her hair flame red and then she smiles and asks. “Are you the priestess Faeryl?” I can only nod dumbly and she smiles once more and then she speaks. “ I am Les’tran. I am a fusion of Drow and flame. I have come to serve you and the priestess Xun’riia. I am a gift from Lloth to both of you.”
For a moment I can say nothing, do nothing. Then everything becomes clearer, much clearer. Xun’riia I cry………… |