Faeryl

I suddenly emerge from another period of blackness. Lying on the cold dank floor of the dungeon, I feel as if I am in a state of shock but paradoxically elated and invigorated at the same time. As my eyes begin to focus and take in my surroundings I find Xun’riia lying sprawled beside me. She looks close to death! What has happened to her I do not know but I immediately sense that I am responsible for her condition. I gently cradle her head in my lap and begin to cast healing spells at her, rapidly and continually. No response. What in Lloth’s name has happened here? There are no obvious signs of physical damage, in fact she is unmarked but she looks completely drained, not of lifesblood but of something else.

Franticly I continue to shower her with healing spells and futilely call for the Divine Mothers intervention. After some time she eventually begins to respond. Her eyes flicker and her breathing regains strength. I continue to cast healing and re-invigorating spells on her and I can feel her getting stronger with each passing moment. A little later she opens her eyes fully and smiles. “Faeryl” is all she says.

I get up and gently lift her up into my arms and struggle gainfully to carry her from the dungeon to our room. Her arms are wound tightly around my neck and she has a serene expression on her face. I look into her eyes expecting to see a fierce burning hatred despite her calm demeanour, yet all I see is what can only be described as loving admiration. How can this be? I have done something terrible to her, something I cannot comprehend or remember. There is a period of time that is just a void, a black void of nothingness. I therefore resolved that once Xun has been made comfortable, I will lock myself away with my tomes and research till I find a solution to this. I cannot allow for this to happen again, I cannot allow for this loss of control.

I gently lay Xun’riia on the bed. Her expression is still one of serene calm. I can see that she has almost fully recovered from whatever I did to her. Now all she needs is rest. As she closes her eyes I gently place a kiss on her forehead. She smiles and says in a voice soft and silky, “Usstan ssinssrigg dos Faeryl, Usstan ssinssrigg dos”. I look at the scar on my left palm, then at the wound on my right thigh which weeps with a strange fluid and scream out “Nau !!!!!!!”

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Faeryl

I emerge from another period of blankness. I seemed to be calm and in control but my right thigh throbs, the wound has still not healed despite my best efforts. It is then I notice Xun’riia staring at the wound as if in a trance, seeming to focus on the weeping fluid that seeped from it. Her tongue licks her lips as if she wants to taste that strange fluid. Something is very wrong. What is this substance? It does not smell foul nor does it look anything like the festering pus from an infected wound.

Xun reaches out with a tentative finger and touches lightly the fluid, catching a tiny globule on the tip. She sits there staring at her finger licking her lips. Whatever this is, it’s affecting both of us in different ways. I need to solve this puzzle for both our sakes. Just as Xun’riia touches her lips with the wet fingertip, I push her away angrily. This is not right!

I lock myself in my room searching through my tomes looking for a possible end to this. At last I may have found an answer. The Matriarch of the ants may have a formula to a potion that will cure this ill. I return to Xun and tell her what I found. The ant Matriarch is one of Lloth’s minions so getting to see her will not be dangerous, its what she’ll ask in return that might prove a challenge. We get there and I instruct Xun’riia in what to do, in how to consult her. After a period of time she comes to me and tells me the Matriarch will help but she requires us to kill some of her enemies first. This was not unexpected and we depart searching another cave to do the ant queen’s bidding. The task was not that difficult, the ant queen’s enemies fell with ease. Lloth was on our side.

Once completed we swiftly returned to the Matriarch and once more Xun’riia returned to me. From the smile on her face I could tell immediately that the Matriarch had kept her side of the bargain. In her hand she held some powders and instructions on how to use them. We returned to our home as quickly as we could. Once there I waited impatiently as Xun’riia prepared the cure. At last all was ready. She took my leg in her lap and gently applied the potion. At first there was nothing and then I screamed in absolute agony as the pain surged through my thigh, like a million tiny burning pins!

I know pain. I have gloried in the giving and receiving of pain. But this was something else, this was a pain like no pain before. As I passed out my last thought was had the ant bitch tricked us? I could only have been unconscious briefly, when I came around the pain had gone. I looked at Xun, she was smiling widely, then I looked at my thigh. The wound had healed fully. All that remained was a 5-inch long scar marring my perfect beauty. The pain had gone, the festering wound had gone, Xun’riia said her thirst had gone. I can only hope my darkness had gone.

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Faeryl

These last few tendays have been good. The potion Xun got from the Matriarch seems to have worked well and I have been content. Vierna plays her politics whilst my followers and I get on with spreading fear amongst the humans and elves. We have made a number of captures recently, all for our amusement. Some have died, which is unfortunate since in death there is no more pain. Still there are plenty of pickings.

My favourite pet just now is a particularly ugly elf. Face ruined and covered in scars. She put up a good fight before she was broken. I like that. Some break all to easily, there is no fun in that. In the early struggle the bitch even managed to bite me! That is a worry at the back of my mind. Seems previously she was ravished by some demon, hence her ugliness and the bite, which drew blood, was in the area of the scar from the Succubus. I hope Xun’riia still has some of that potion left, just in case. Anyway, my pet thinks she is a dog now and a very obedient one too. Well, elves are not better than dogs!

Xun’riia both pleases and worries me. I could ask for no better acolyte and yet she is showing a hint of defiance in my methods. I had found a secret library of knowledge, full of ancient tomes of arcane and I wanted to share this with her. I told her she should study here as much as she can. But she took it the wrong way. She seemed to think I was implying that she was weak, that I wanted her out the way, that I was replacing her. This is Vierna’s doing, she has been poisoning her mind against me. Vierna is using Irinia, my other acolyte, as a wedge between us. This will not happen, no one can replace my Xun’riia.

No. Xun’riia is not weak. She makes some decisions which may be taken as a weakness, but this can be rectified by my guidance. No. Xun’riia has potential to be even stronger than me, but she has to ignore all others and listen only to me. And learn my Xun, oh how you must learn. Your mind is like a great sponge ready to absorb all knowledge for the glory that is Lloth. Keep giving your heart and soul to me and together we will be the ruling queens!

[As Faeryl falls into a satisfied reverie, she feels a slight twinge in her upper right thigh. She dismisses the sensation.]

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It is too quiet up here now. How I long to return home, to realise my ambition, to fulfil the glory that is Lloth. Vierna, my bitch sister, plays her politics. Well at least she stays out my way. It is too quiet. I cannot even find a pitiful Von’Sah or renegade to torment. I must give Vierna grudging credit for that. Even my Xun’riia has buried herself away somewhere, searching through tomes, enhancing her knowledge. So all I can do is ponder on what the Divine Mother wants from me. Give me a sign my Lloth, give me, your faithful daughter Faeryl, more favour than my bitch sister and I will do thy will.

Stumbled upon a weird pixie. Rambled on and on in riddles about how it is the weak that are strong and the strong are weak. I got fed up and bored with its stupidity. Go on pixie shout out your riddles, scream out your suffering, no one will hear you in this place! Suffer little pixie, suffer and give your pain to Lloth.

The Shadow Lady came to see me. It has been a while and her shadow grows blacker. I tell her that soon the shadow will consume her. If she wants to live the shadow needs to be destroyed. But she will not let me enter her mind, not willingly anyway. I need to do that to find out what evil essence surrounds her. Still there may be an opening. She wants my help. Something else disturbs her. Well not her exactly, it disturbs the male that is constantly by her side. Perhaps there is something to keep me amused after all. Something to make this stinking surface bearable.

I need rest, but rest is a lonely thing without my Xun’riia by my side. I feel the reverie creeping up on me. What do you want Shadow Lady? There is desperation in the eyes of your male. So what is it you want……..more to the point, what will you give me in return? Come to me Shadow Lady…..come to me….come to…..me……come…..to……me…….

……….I emerge from the blackness and warmth and try to make sense of these new surroundings. My legs, all eight of them, are shaky and unstable but I soon gain stability. The cloudy blurred images begin to clear and I see a few others now. All tiny like myself, these are my sisters. As my eyes clear more, I see the vast image of my mother. A queen of spiders she stands regally giving birth, more of my sisters emerge and soon there are hundreds of us. All the queen’s daughters, thousands, tens of thousands, soon there are a million of us…. and not one son!

The queen, my mother, is satisfied with her work and rests contentedly. But I am hungry now, oh so hungry. There is no food only a vast mound of sister upon sister. A million of us tiny spiders, each one hungry. I look around watching, trying to make sense of what I should do next, of what my mother wants. Then I see a sister devour another sister. She seems to increase in size. She devours another and grows a little more. Yes! That is it! Only the strongest survive and the weak are devoured. That is what my mother wants! A one in a million daughter! I move cautiously to the fringes of the seething, living ball that is my sisters. Devouring this one or that one as I move. I feel the strength now, the power. I pick off the weak one by one all the while watching for others with ambition to be as powerful as me. Soon there will be few of us left. Only the strong survive and I will be the strongest……..

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It was amusing in the extreme, watching the pathetic humans battle against the daemons which have invaded the place called Magincia. Perhaps for the first time since my mother sent me to join Vierna, I actually feel good about being up on this stinking surface. The town is beginning to crumble it will not take much more before it is a ruin. The humans have no idea how to shut the corrupted magical gate from which the horde pours. On and on they come, the unthinking vanguard that is devastating the island. These are not the most powerful daemons I have seen; these are just the minions of arch daemons. If they come then humankind is doomed!

Is this Lloth’s work? I tell the humans that and Vierna agrees we should. But the Divine Mother has not made it known to me, her Priestess. This troubles me. Am I still not high enough in her favour that she will not confide in me? Another thing; a daemon presented Xun’riia with a powerful artefact. Why was this not given to me? After all I outrank Xun’riia, I made her what she is! Xun’riia tells me it’s a sign, a gift to both of us since we are one, but I have my doubts. This must be Lloth’s work for is she not ruler of the Daemonspawn Pits? Why has she not confided in me? Lloth, Queen of the Abyss, my mother, send me a sign!

But there is work to be done. Vierna has got wind of the existence of a set of tomes that will interest the humans greatly. These tomes are also charged with arcane power so Vierna has instructed the priestesses to find and get them by any means. She wants these books for herself. Oh yes Vierna, I will find these tomes, these Books of Sin, but my dear bitch of a sister, you will never possess them!

I must make my plans and Xun’riia will be by my side. You will not defeat us Vierna! I must rest, must make my plans, to defeat Vierna and gain high favour with Lloth. The reverie is creeping up on me again…the mist is swirling around…I am coming my Queen…your servant Faeryl ……comes…

…I look around cautiously, careful not to attract attention. The numbers have dwindled; countless corpses of my sisters lie strewn all around me. Many half devoured, many more left uneaten as the hunger is satisfied. There are now few of us left and those that are grow in power and size. Like me, each waits and watches, deciding who must die so that the victor can reign supreme. I survey and think on what has gone on before me.

Those driven by uncontrollable hunger are dead.
Those driven by self-defence are dead.
Those driven by foolish pride are dead.
Those driven by instinctive survival are dead.
Those driven by cunning remain…and I will survive them all. For I am the strongest and the most cunning…

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That bitch sister of mine ordered me to begin searching for the Books of Sin, the anti-virtue tomes she had heard about. Xun’riia and I had just about covered every known library in our search for knowledge and not once had we come across any references to them. Vierna maintains that in the grand scheme of things they are relatively un-important. However if it is something the humans want and value then she wants it also. Just to stop the humans getting something they want. She particularly does not want them falling into the hands of those meddling fools who reside in Rhovania. Gah! What a bleak desolate place. A frozen desert only humans could love.

There was a few places Xun’riia and I had not visited, one, that of Gargoyle City. So we made plans and set out through a series of gateways. Gargoyle City. A city of stone which had a beauty about it. But then this is not a human creation; this was built by a race with a higher intelligence. We immediately set about finding the library, if there was to be any clues regarding these books, this would be the place.

I was just about to give up and decide where to look next when Xun’riia cried out with excitement. She had found something! I quickly rushed over to see what she had found and in her hands was an old parchment. As she read out the contents I could not believe what I was hearing. I did not doubt what Xun was saying but I had to read it for myself…

Are you a seeker of knowledge? Wisdom? Power? Having come this far, clearly you are!

What do you seek? The Skull of the Ancient Arch Mage perhaps? The skull of the one who wrecked havoc on this land, not once, but many times? Oh yes possessing such an artefact would indeed make the owner powerful. But does it exist? And if so where is it, where do you begin your search?

Think on seeker, find the keys. Where there is virtue there is also anti-virtue. Ah yes you never thought of that did you? Eight tomes, each a power against its opposite. But what if you possessed all eight!

Find all eight and you hold untold power against virtue.

Find all eight and you find the keys to the artefact.

Find all eight and you find the skull of unlimited power!

Without the tomes there is no skull. Find the tomes of anti-virtue, find the Tomes of Sin!

Now you ask me where are these tomes? Well seeker, I have already given you the answer in this parchment.

Nidmoan the wizard.

…So it was true, the tomes do exist! Now we have the confirmation and what is more these tomes are just the beginning! There is a greater prize to be gained! Oh yes, oh yes! Vierna wants these tomes and she will want the artefact. We will find them but she will not have them…. they are to be mine!

After informing Vierna of our discovery she was extremely pleased. The tomes must be found first and if the parchment’s words are correct the clues are contained within. Gah! Humans and their riddles! But the numerous caves and dungeons are an obvious place to start.

Some days later I went to Magincia for amusement. Oh how the humans struggle to cope. Just like last time, until they learn to unite against a threat, they will never prevail. I also saw a pathetic Von’Sah male standing in the ranks of the humans. He denied aiding them, but he lied and I could smell the fear oozing from him as another daemon wave approached. I must get back to Vierna. The captain of the Duchy guard, Kaelyn, wants to meet Vierna. She has made an offer for our help.

[Polite reminder. Please respect the fact that unless your character has been involved IC in game, the above is OOC information. You will have no knowledge of the parchment or its contents.]

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Faeryl

Vith it all! Vith my bitch sisters! And Vith that even bigger bitch of a mother!

Curses! Curse them all! I pray to you Lloth my Divine Mother. Why are you doing this to me? Am I not your faithful and loyal daughter? Have I not done all you have asked and more? Yet you still test me. Why have you allowed Second Boy Tarlyn to be sent to Vierna? Is it that I am not strong enough in your eyes? Oh dear Queen of the Abyss, destroyer of all that is weak, if that is what you want then I shall be stronger still. I will rule for you!

The books and the skull. Yes that is the answer. They will be mine and I shall offer them to my Queen. And in return she will give me what I crave. I shall rule Hun’ett. I shall rule Menzoberranzan and I shall rule all! I see her destruction of the human town of Magincia and I know that is but a fraction of the power she can give me. Let that fool brother side with Vierna, he is nothing. With one gesture of the hand I can crush him. Let him use his handsome charms on Vierna, she is welcome to them. His very touch sends shivers of disgust down my spine.

I know what you are up to brother, you cannot fool me. Maya has seduced you and sent you, first to remove Vierna, then me. You might fool Vierna by pretending to ally with her, but you cannot fool me boy! No. I do not need you. I have my priestesses. I have Lloth!

Ah the reverie comes upon me once more…I come my Queen….your servant Faeryl comes to you….yes my Queen……I long to be in your arms….

…I look inside myself and see my heart is black. No colours anymore all I see is black. I see everything covered, covered in black. I see everything black as the Underdark, black as the Abyss. Let the black blot out the sun blot out the light. I look inside myself and see my soul is black…

[With profound apologies to Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.]

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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…………

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Faeryl

How I hate this stinking surface but Lloth’s will, will be done. And of all the places on this surface, few are worse than that cesspit known as Trinsic. But I had to go there, seek out the daemon that Lloth sent from the Pit. Its agenda is not clear to me, Lloth works in mysterious ways but it is an ally and that is all that counts. The gift, Les’tran, alerted me to its existence and I had already conversed with it several times. It had taken on the body of that fool elf that tampered with blackrock. The same one that crazy mage thought was lost in the corrupted gate! What a fool! He ranted continually about Vierna interrupting his spell casting and all the while he was party to disguising one of Lloth’s minions. Ah yes, will be allies it and I.

So I enter that foul town to seek it out, the daemon that has the authorities completely fooled. I had hardly gone any distance before stinking, slobbering guards confronted me. What is it with humans? Why do they have an aversion to even the most basic of cleanliness? One guard in particular, as hairy and as pungent as a troll, seemed particularly agitated. At first I thought they had somehow worked out that it was me who spirited away one of their prisoners they thought they had killed. But no, it was not that. Then the captain appeared. The one called Kaelyn, such a disappointment to femalehood in any race, started ranting about things that made no sense. She talked in riddles and I ended up arrested on charges that were ludicrous even by their standards.

As usual the cell stank worse than an ogres latrine. They took my books and reagents. Gah! Think that matters to a priestess of Lloth? Then the troll like one, thinking he could best me because he thought he had numbers on his side and that I was trapped, tried to touch me. I gave a withering look and gestured with my hand and sent him flying across the cell. I have him marked now he will soon suffer and I will laugh as I condemn his soul to the eternal agony that is the Abyss. He will soon enjoy the fate of being a guest at L’Cress, just as many others have before him.

They left me then. I had to get out of this cell before I suffocated in that pungent aroma. I needed to burn these clothes and bathe away the stink. I withdrew a small dagger from a hidden pocket in my cloak and stabbed it into my hand. The pain I offered to Lloth and asked her to intercede.

“D'anthe Lloth, Trelao Ilhar lu'Orbb Valsharess. Nym'uer uns'aa, dosst dalharil Faeryl, lu'sei'lor uns'aa duul'sso. Plynn nindol jiv'undus Usstan gultah dos, whol Usstan tlun dossta ulu kla'ath whol rin'ov lu'rin'ov. Sei'lor uns'aa duul'sso!”

In a flash I stood outside the gates of L’Cress.

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I awake from my reverie. What does it mean? Is this a sign, the message I have been waiting for? Am I now higher in Lloth’s favour and can begin to usurp Vierna? No not yet, first I need to work out what this all means. The Divine Mother has spoken to me, that much is clear but she tests me still. The visions she has sent me are the keys, the keys to more power and to higher favour. Work out what these tasks are and gain her greater favour. A disgraced priestess…the capture of souls by Xun’riia…Les’tran…a cave…a parchment…a skull! Are they separate or are they connected?

The disgraced priestess, what am I to do? What is Lloth’s will in this matter? Do I aid her back into Her arms or do I hammer her in pain and suffering? That vision is so unclear and I have no measure to say which is the right path. Les’tran. Is that why Lloth gifted her to us? Perhaps that is it; perhaps Loxana is to suffer many agonies at my hands in order to satisfy Lloth only to be consumed in Les’tran’s flames. Yes maybe that is it. The next time I can be bothered to see that wretch of a priestess; I shall bring Les’tran with me and see how both react.

But what is the connection between them, Xun’riia, souls, the cave…? Xun’riia herself is acting strangely, secretive even. She has not told me what she is doing, but Lloth has in my visions. She is planning to collect souls but I do not know for what purpose. Nor do I know why she has not come to me to discuss her plans. Oh I have no doubt she will not betray me, she would not dare break the powerful oath she made to Lloth but why does she not consult with me? And is the soul of Loxana eventually part of her experiments? It is so unclear, so chaotic!

Ah I am drifting again…. a darkness is consuming me…. a pounding in my head…. the skull…. the Skull of the Arch mage…the skull…the skull…

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After endless nights of disjointed and fractured visions some semblance of what they meant eventually came to me. I have no doubt Lloth was probing my mind in my reverie, sending me messages, giving me clues. But as is her way, she did not make things easy. Why should she? This after all is just another test to weed out the weaklings so only the strongest survive. I will not fail her, I will not fail myself!

I sought out Xun’riia told her of my visions. I told her we would do this together, that we would rule. This was despite the fact that she has frozen me out from her own challenge. She is on a quest to capture and control a living soul. Through Les’tran she bargained for the ritual scroll of capture. When I read it I was filled with dread. I pointed out all the dangers, all the things that could go wrong, yet still she refused my help. Even when I pointed out that I, more powerful than her, would baulk at such a ritual she still refused. She is stubborn and determined to prove herself to me and to Lloth. She thinks I doubt her but when I look at the scar on my left palm, I know I have no doubts.

Now I know where to find a hidden scroll that will lead us to the Skull of the Arch Mage. Let Vierna pursue the first way through the Tomes of Sin. I have found another way, let the race begin! I described my visions to Xun’riia and we agreed that the cave we sought was the one known as Despise. This is why I need my Xun, as a surface born Drow her knowledge of locations is much better than mine. Hidden somewhere in that cave is the scroll we need.

The fetid stench of troll and ogre was already high as we approached the entrance to the cave. We would not linger in this place for longer than necessary. As we went deeper into the cave we were attacked by a bunch of two-headed monstrosities called ettins. They were no match against our Lloth given powers and we soon reached a troll camp. Again they were no match to our magic and the camp was soon littered with their stinking corpses. We searched long and hard and eventually found what we sought. A rotting box which contained a tattered scroll!

Xun’riia read through the scroll and told me what it said. I read it for myself and felt both elation and disappointment. I read it through again….

The Tomes are lost seeker? Or so you think? Perhaps it is well I also made other provisions. You want the Skull of the Ancient Arch Mage? The you shall have it. The fact that you read this scroll means you are worthy in essence because only a vision from one who is pure evil could send you here.

But seeker, hear this and hear this well, the path is not easy. Six scrolls you must find, six riddles you must answer, six tasks you must complete. Each scroll leads to the next until the final one leads you to what you seek.

Go seeker find the first scroll. It hidden in a cave that is not honour.

Nidmoan the wizard

Bah! Humans and their games and riddles! We headed home. Xun’riia would solve the riddle, I was confident of that.

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Things are getting black again and I feel cold, why is that? I am on the way to gaining the Skull and yet I am miserable. Is it because I need Xun’riia’s help and she’s not there? She has her own challenge, this I know. One she has shut me from, one she says will prove how worthy she is to Lloth and me. But does it go deeper than that? Is she going to betray me after all?

Why do I feel cold? No, not the cold of the atmosphere, an inner coldness that I have never experienced before. I need Xun’s help; she knows the surface better than me. She said she would, she knows I will share all with her, yet she grows distant. Is this why I am so cold? Is this a sign, a warning? Her quest to capture a living soul is so important to her, so engrosses her, so much so that she has kept even Les’tran from me. This return of blackness, this coldness that engulfs me, what is Lloth telling me? Xun’riia are you going to betray me?

So black, so cold. Lloth help me! You know it is my destiny to rule and I want my Xun’riia by my side when I do. But if she betrays me…so cold, so black. I look at the scar on my left palm, it tells me nothing. I look inside myself and see my heart is black, but it has always been. I am cold and not even the power Lloth grants me can warm me. Xun…. Xun… why are you going to betray me?

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I was wrong! My Xun’riia had no plans to betray me, she would never betray me I can see that now. She is gone for now but not as a means to betray me. No. Lloth is testing her, the Divine One has other plans for her and failure is not an option. I pray to Lloth for my Xun, for my soulmate. She will do all that Lloth requires of her and then she will come back to me and my life will be complete again.

So now I have thrown myself completely into my studies, my experiments and my search for the Skull. The search stalls again. I need someone who knows this world well. May be I will need to go outside my race. May be I need a human to help in this search. May be my experiments will help in this. I need a human that will not know or understand why and for what I search. For the moment my experiments take my mind off things but I must not lose sight of my final goal!

It is notoriously hard for a Drow female to become pregnant. There are three reasons for this. Firstly our natural lifespan of over 1000 human years lessons the need to breed constantly. The shorter the lifespan the greater the need to breed to ensure the continued existence of the species. Secondly, it is important that we females, especially those who like myself are of noble birth, select the right male to breed with. The blood of the nobility must never be tainted or diluted in anyway. Finally, the males themselves are extremely infertile. This has evolved through time as a self-preservation mechanism. The male knows he will die the moment the female conceives. That is the way of the Drow.

Rats breed by the million because their life is so short and humans are no different and yet the irony of it all is that they are inhibited by it. Why are the females ashamed of their bodies, embarrassed to be seen naked? They are ashamed and embarrassed if seen copulating or even talking about it. They think something that gives such great pleasure is wrong. They even think it wrong to touch themselves. So inhibited are they it is a wonder they can breed at all! And pain. Why can they not understand that pain can bring out even greater pleasure?

So I have acquired some slaves to experiment on. Find out why these inhibitions exist and take them away completely. Teach them to embrace pain and convert it into the most pleasurable of all sensations. The two younger ones I have hopes for and I will shape them the way I want them to be. The other, although not much older, is becoming a lost cause, she will be discarded and die. I will also introduce them to my pet demon. It shall breed with them and I shall see what spawns. It may well be that whatever spawns can only enhance my power and standing in the eyes of Lloth.

Ah Xun’riia, wish you were with me now. You so much enjoyed the giving and taking of pain. You would have enjoyed helping me in what I am doing. Come back soon and join me!

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