Radrilla Imrae Helvi'viir

[ValerieJean]

[table][td2]Credit to original Artist, ValerieJean for the eyes and AoS for everything else.[/td2][td2]
Name: Radrilla Imrae Helvi'viir (Previously Melaben)
Alias: Nediira Hunt'lar
Gender:Female
Race: Drow
Age: 225
Height: 4'6''
Weight: 93
Eyes: Red
Hair: White
Demeanor: Haughty, Cruel
Physical Health: Excellent and fit
Deity: Lo
Initial alignment: Chaotic Evil
Languages: Abyssal, Common, Drow, Drowsign, Dwarven, Elven, Undercommon
Profession: Yath'tallar(High Priestess)
Base class & proposed development: F/WoD/SD/BG
Weapon of choice: Sword and Board
Credits: Shamelessly stolen from others, those who made it thank you![/td2][/table]

Background:

Radrilla was born to Iydilla of the Qu'ellar Melaben as Second Daughter in the city of Ched Nasad. The Melaben's were a fierce Llolthilite Qu'ellar that took no pity on who they put under heel when it was in service to Llolth. Radrilla's Sister was a mirror of their Mother in every way, the distaste of the Males when they did not heed their word. Whip, hand, and various blades met flesh in some way to enact a semblance of strength over them. She understood bringing the Males to heel but they were often more use alive and at ones side than dead.

Such thoughts plagued her mind for many cycles and continued as she closed the doors to the balcony behind her. The Female strode into her room a simple negligee enshrouding her form only to be met with a shadowy like creature bearing a Mask. Her gaze flicked to her long sword that rested beside her bed, though she felt a compelling pull to return her eyes upon the being as whispers permeated her own mind fanning her embers of doubt. Her brow furrowed at the words spoken to her and she narrowed her gaze at the Shadow as it spoke within her mind still.

It knew of her doubts that she held close and deep within herself, if such words were openly spoken and her Ilharess heard? Torture and death was certain whether she held the divine capability or not. It's words made sense to her as they were spoken, but she remained cautious which the Masked being seemed to know fully. She did not speak, only listened to it and before she knew it, it was gone and left with much to think on.

How long had it been since she saw that being? She did not specifically recall but the doubts had yet to fade as she had wanted. The Female stood on the opposite side of her Sister by their Mother, the Ilharess, who stood above a Male kneeling before her, blood trickling down his back and arms. The Ilharess held scourge in hand drips of crimson falling onto the obsidian stonework beneath.

What brought the Female to Sshamath is yet to be seen.

Goals:

• Gain contacts in the Underdark and Surface Tel'Quessir
• Solidify the Helvi'viir Que'llar

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:

• She is the last Female of the Qu'ellar Melaben, it is possible other Qu'ellars of Ched Nasad may be looking to end the line.

[ValerieJean]

Web of Deception
By: Valerie J. Sterling

The sound of water lapped at the sides of the ship adorned with the Melaben Qu'ellar Crest. Standing at the helm near the ship’s wheel was a lone Drow with her arms crossed under her chest. She wore simple traveling clothes, a gold circlet set across her brow which bore the same crest, a Holy Symbol to Lolth hung around her neck, and finally a mace resided at her left hip.

The Drow female sighed and would drop her arms to place her hands on the railing as she gazed out into the darkness. She had trouble settling into her reverie and so decided to get a bit of air. She tilted her head back a bit her silver white hair falling away from her face as she turned her gaze up to the cavernous ceiling high above, though all that met her sight was an immense darkness.

“The beginning of a new cycle..” She spoke to no one in particular though it struck her as odd that none of the deckhands had been about doing their daily work. “Useless deckhands.” She growled, as she turned the ship gave a lurch causing her to stumble before she caught herself. “Argh!” She exclaimed. “These vithing rothe.” She made sure of her stability before turning to go below deck.

Rushing into knee deep water, her eyes shifting as she searched the area “Matr-” She started to call out before everything went dark and she collapsed to the floor.
A lone figure arose from the shadows behind her with a staff in hand, his visage covered by a metallic mask which shown only his eyes. The Male would sift through a pouch as he pulled out a few odd ingredients, muffled words were spoken into the air as a spell washed over him. He would slip his arms beneath the Female and lift her up to rest against his chest.

Cries of anger broke the stillness as the inhabitants of the boat awakened. The Male looked back over his shoulder towards the sounds as he made his way above deck. Soft whispers were muffled behind his mask as water rose to their chins faster than before. He gained access to the nearest rowboat and placed the Female down before clambering in himself, lowering the boat into the water. He rowed them towards shore, in the background the ship silently sunk into the watery depths below dragging its inhabitants with it.

Upon breaking the shoreline the Female stirred and awoke

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[table][td2]Credit to original Artist, ValerieJean for the eyes and AoS for everything else.[/td2][td2]
Name: Radrilla Imrae Helvi'viir (Previously Melaben)
Alias: Nediira Hunt'lar
Gender:Female
Race: Drow
Age: 225
Height: 4'6''
Weight: 93
Eyes: Red
Hair: White
Demeanor: Haughty, Cruel
Physical Health: Excellent and fit
Deity: Lo
Initial alignment: Chaotic Evil
Languages: Abyssal, Common, Drow, Drowsign, Dwarven, Elven, Undercommon
Profession: Yath'tallar(High Priestess)
Base class & proposed development: F/WoD/SD/BG
Weapon of choice: Sword and Board
Credits: Shamelessly stolen from others, those who made it thank you![/td2][/table]

Background:

Radrilla was born to Iydilla of the Qu'ellar Melaben as Second Daughter in the city of Ched Nasad. The Melaben's were a fierce Llolthilite Qu'ellar that took no pity on who they put under heel when it was in service to Llolth. Radrilla's Sister was a mirror of their Mother in every way, the distaste of the Males when they did not heed their word. Whip, hand, and various blades met flesh in some way to enact a semblance of strength over them. She understood bringing the Males to heel but they were often more use alive and at ones side than dead.

Such thoughts plagued her mind for many cycles and continued as she closed the doors to the balcony behind her. The Female strode into her room a simple negligee enshrouding her form only to be met with a shadowy like creature bearing a Mask. Her gaze flicked to her long sword that rested beside her bed, though she felt a compelling pull to return her eyes upon the being as whispers permeated her own mind fanning her embers of doubt. Her brow furrowed at the words spoken to her and she narrowed her gaze at the Shadow as it spoke within her mind still.

It knew of her doubts that she held close and deep within herself, if such words were openly spoken and her Ilharess heard? Torture and death was certain whether she held the divine capability or not. It's words made sense to her as they were spoken, but she remained cautious which the Masked being seemed to know fully. She did not speak, only listened to it and before she knew it, it was gone and left with much to think on.

How long had it been since she saw that being? She did not specifically recall but the doubts had yet to fade as she had wanted. The Female stood on the opposite side of her Sister by their Mother, the Ilharess, who stood above a Male kneeling before her, blood trickling down his back and arms. The Ilharess held scourge in hand drips of crimson falling onto the obsidian stonework beneath.

What brought the Female to Sshamath is yet to be seen.

Goals:

• Gain contacts in the Underdark and Surface Tel'Quessir
• Solidify the Helvi'viir Que'llar

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:

• She is the last Female of the Qu'ellar Melaben, it is possible other Qu'ellars of Ched Nasad may be looking to end the line.

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