Eclave Sshamath the very beginings

[rock god]

The dreams of a drow lerg (baby) in its Ilhar (mother).

As her little fingers grasp each other she stays tight in a little ball, her form is black with white hair. She kicks every know and then showing her power to her Ilhar, as she moves in the fluids of her Ilhars womb.

She stretches every now and then as she pulls up towards the ribs and presses on the bladder. For hours on end she seems to move acting out violently inside her Ilhar. But most times she sleeps dreaming her dreams letting her Ilhar rest for some moments out of the cycle .

But with this fire in her she seems to cry out in her Ihars belly, her red orbs barely open to see her surroundings as her little lungs let out silent yells of protest . Letting her Ilhar know she is there at all times, as she presses on her stomach to make her Ilhar vomit.

She grows strong in her Ilhars body, with every passing cycle she grows stronger and stronger . Her movements are more and more frequent as her little hands press up against her Ilhars flesh. What a wonders child to be so strong so soon, Du'ased dalharil del Cazna Sshamath.

[Eviloth]

If Lolth would bless a dalharil(daughter), Eclave was already gaining such whispers of the Dark Queen within the vessel of bone and flesh. It seemed what her Ilhar was doing had payed off for the both of them. However the agony the Dark Queen also instilled within such an unholy union would only be felt by the Ilhar.

The images this unborn relic was amazing and cruel. Truly the spawn of a Lolth touch sign. Would the life of the Yath'tallar endure it, the pregnancy, and the birth?

[rock god]

The past made into dreams for a dalher of Lolth.


As the Lerg ( baby ) lay in her Ilhars ( mothers ) womb she stirs a bit, her dreaming of late has made her active inside her Ilhar. Her body moves with the seeing of many things in her now active mind. She reaches out ,kicks, grabs, and stretches with every thought she has when asleep. Her violent movements makes her Ilhar stay in one place for most of her pregnacy.

As the lerg sleeps she dreams of a beautiful place , tall trees , opens green fields, and shinning buildings. She sees in the dream a beautiful elven maiden with dark features and long flowing hair as she dances with her in the maidens arms. Then as she is turned around and around in dance she sees a elven warrior in shinning armor as it gleams with the brightness of the day.

The warrior calls to the maiden as the child is still laughing from the dance, Araushnee come to me as he speaks with a booming voice. Her only responce is yes Corellon as the dream shifts and moves with color and the child finds herself happy looking apon them both. Her little arms move here and there as she kicks with excitement even as she sleeps.

As the dream goes on it shows the elven maiden the one whispered to her as Araushnee the weaver of destiney , as the darkness seems to gather around her in her dream . The dream shows she is the darkness to Corellons light the artisian to his warriorness. The baby is whispered to in her dream by Araushnee as she moves threw the grand halls to a room , where to other lergs sleep. There names are whispered to her ...Vhaeraun and Eilistraee her Godling children she bore for him. They both stand in the room as she is held by Araushnee watching the sleeping lerg's.

Then the dream turns black in nature as it shows the unborn Araushnee's true nature. The dream shows of wickedness and betraying against the elven God Corellon. But her mind doesnt understand as she violently moves back and forth in her Ilhar. The dream goes on as she sees a large one eyed beast fighting in a field with the God, her body moves as they do her little arms swing when they swing. The dream shows the God getting hurt and another beast going and hunting him, she watches threw the dream as she sees the beast running threw the forest after him.

As her heart starts to slow and her body stays tence inside her Ilhar her dream shows her the power of Corellon and the plan of his lover fails. The dream flashes sceens of plots and betrail , also shows her the skill of arms of the God Corellon. With another flash as if her mind is taken to a dark place it shows Araushnee in a waste land with hordes of creatures and a host of evil powers at her command. The child trys to escape but is kept there by an unknown power, she again kicks in protest in her Ilhars womb.

With more violence then the child can understand her mind is brought to a place were many sit in a chamber. She watches as Araushnee and another are judged for there crimes, as a mist forms around Araushnee. The forms judgeing her are faded from the childs sight as they point at Araushnee as her body twist and turns in agony. The child crys out in terror as the body of Araushnee forms into a spider shaped demon, then is cast into a pit of flame and blackness. Her little heart begins to beat fast as she watches it all unfold.

As the dream swirls in and out she can her whispers of Lolths name, as a sceen of the abyss forms showing of a mass battle. So many creatures there , twisted and vial, biteing and clawing at each other. The battle rages on around her as a lone figure watches the child. The childs heart beats slow as the face of Lolth flashes at her and all around are brought in on her all at once. Her little lungs let out a silent scream as she begins kicking her Ilhar violently.

[rock god]

Dreams of spiders on a web.


Deep in sleep after weeks of kicking her Ilhar , she sleeps very content and very motionless. For many cycles she hardly makes any movement at all in her prison of flesh and bone. To the point were it concearns her Ilhar for the most part , causeing her Ilhar to perform rituals and sacrifices to her Goddess. Still she sleeps the whole time in a dream she is held onto by unknown forces.

Looking threw her eyes , she is running threw halls only lite by her own site. Running and running threw them testing her strength and endurence, she watches her feet as they move faster and faster . She runs passing guards and others like her in her dream, as she stops to look at her self in a mirror.

She is older in her dream, she touches her face with both hands then touches the mirror only looking into it to see herself. Her features are like a finally made statue of black marble , her eyes deep red as the blood on the temple floors, her hair long and white which flows like water threw the caverns of the Underdark. She marvels at her self for many minutes every time she comes down this hall.

Many times her Ilhar calls to her ....Dalharil come back to me , but she runs threw the halls only looking up at those around her as she passes them. And each cycle she goes to the same mirror to look apon herself in the mirror in the hall. Untill the dream turned very dark and the mirror reached out to her with arms of blackness.

She cryed out to her Ilhar in her dream, but her real body would only scream in silent protest. The arms wrapped around her tiny frame all the while she kicked and screamed for help, but there was none ....no one was around because she was running so far from the ones she knew. The arms pulled her in the mirror as she struggled , her mind seemed to go numb and all went into a fog of blackness.

Opening her eyes in her dream seemed easy enough ,as the Lerg(baby) seemed to still be motionless in her Ilhar. She looked around in her dream as she seemed to be laying on a silk net. How strange this was to her but it felt like some place she was sappose to be, it felt like home to her. As she layed there she could here the chatter of creatures around her , but she just stayed in a ball asleep.

She only opened her eyes once in her dream while laying there in the silk net, as she reached out to pet one of the creatures softly, the black spiders just gathered around her and stayed by her side . For many cycles she would sleep like this .....calm

[rock god]

The Birth of a Paragon.


The baby moves and pushes her mother in her last days in the womb. She kicks in protest as gravity pushes her head downwards, the mothers ribs and insides take a brutal beating. She feels a strong desire to make her way out of her surroundings, as the bady feels the pressure of her mothers womb contract.

The babys dreams were more frequent these past cycles, more chaotic in nature as she moved violently around her mothers insides. Flashes of battles past and lost in time, bloody scenes of fighting , killing , and murder went threw her new born mind. So much for such a unborn child , so much pain so much suffering has been passed to her in her short life .

As a feeling of cold and the extreme darkness take hold of her , she is forcefully pulled at by a hand . With a couple of snips and a well placed hand to pat her back she crys out for a second. She opens her dark red orbs as she is held by a creature she has only seen in her dreams. As she looks around she is calm and doesnt move , her eyes fixed on the one that took her from the one place she knew .

Her tiny frame is passed from one to another as she just stares at them all. Her body tightens up with every touch of there cold hands, as she just watches them. She is wrapped in a familiar cloth she has felt only in a dream, but her additude never changes towards the ones holding her. Her eyes are narrow as she looks at who ever is holding her, her body tense by the touch of the invaders that took her .

Then finally a voice she remembers talks to her , her eyes open slightly more as she focuses in on the face. She only makes out her lips as they move, she watches the hand as it comes closer to her . As she is touched by this one person she stops with her narrow eyes and tense body, she relaxes in her arms and falls asleep.

[rock god]

Demands of a child growing into a predator


Her childhood was typical of a child growing up in a drow house , strict and with alot of rules to go by. She hated it as she would be dragged to the temple for teachings of there Goddess Lolth. Many times the Yath would disapline her to the extremes , for her lack of study and worship. But she grew up fast and started to understand her role in all things. She started to plot against the ones teaching her for being so strict towards her.

She knew it was her mothers "Will" set apon her to get threw the studies and teachings of Lolth. It was her mother that taught her to be as Lolth, so she would be as her mother taught her. She would start things in motion at a young age to show her mother her power and her cunning nature. Even at a young age she would have others accused of wrong doing and betrayel against the yath, haveing them beat or worse. Just standing in the shadow watching with a smile apon her face as it took place.


The house of her birth was cruel and twisted , at every turn there was a plot to distroy someone. She loved it as she too would be just as cruel and twisted to get what she wanted. Many times haveing young Yathrins torture males of the house so she could watch, telling the yathrins that her mother commands that they do so or else. Many times she would do this to others of the house and many times get away with it.

It seemed all to easy for her in her years growing up in the house were death and betrayel is welcomed. Her demands were to be meet or others would suffer for it or die. It wasent untill later on in her studies that she was to learn about the city that she lived, the city infested with males and there laws . She could only imagine what the Goddess Lolth had in store for them when they died. But she was taught both sides of the city and how to gain power threw it. To be a spider in the shadows waiting for her prey and to become the one that plots all of the citys patrons deaths if they messed with her.