Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

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First Name: Lilith
Last Name: Oreb'le'i

Appearance:
Race: Drow
Age: 200
Height: Tall like all the Ravenkin brood
Weight: slightly bulkier than normal for a drow female
Eyes: Darkred
Hair: Stark white, usually kept in a tidy ponytail with a ribbon

Personality Profile:
General Health: Surprisingly average, if enhanced by magic and an adventuring past
Deity: Lolth
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
Profession: High Priestess of Lolth
Base Class & Proposed Development: Cleric carving her way into blackguard, dragonslayer and black flame zealot
Habits/Hobbies: Innuendo, trickery, inducing pain into the helpless. Envisage herself as a living image of her goddess and as such is surprisingly patient for a drow even if her temper is vicious indeed. Dresses herself pretty much like the average yathrin even if she favour heavier armor when in the field expecting combat. Likes to be entertained by dark songs and screams of anguish. Outgoing and ever eager to learn new ways of torture and malice. The human skeleton that follows her around once were the female in a lover's pair: Lilith claimed the female while Velvelin took the male as his servant after they had the fortune of stumbling upon the pair during a blooding.
Languages: Common, Undercommon, Drow, Elven (Thick golden elf accent) and draconic. Rarely speaks anything besides drow.
Weapon of Choice: The viperhead scourge (flail) she carries as a sign of her office, also known to use daggers, poisons and her bare hands.

Background: Born second daughter in the House of Ravenkin, ever to shadow her elder sister Ardulafae the natural casting harlot of Eilistraee. She quite deliberately chose the path of the spider queen as she came of age for the rite of passage. Then she spent decades copying her elder sister's act and deeds if in her own ways, learning the ways of command in stride with her sister, the heiress. Was at her own request sent to be taught the ways of her goddess properly at the Arach Tinilith in Menzoberranzan. Three decades of ridicule and torment followed as her classmates and teachers took full advantage of the ridiculus ways of her House. As she returned to the family stronghold in embitterment her sister announced her desire for a drow city on the surface. Stunned at first Lilith considered spoiling her sister's effort before she came to realize the promises a supreme city of drow on the surface may hold. Since she has ever aided her sister's dream for her own purposes - envisaging a slow death for her sister as she intends to break this ancient foolish oath that unites the family and take the city for her own as the prize. While letting her sister bear the brunt of making advancements towards the end of a surface drow city Lilith distracts herself by fancying the idea of becoming a dragon knight like the elves of old. Wouldn't she be lovely indeed punishing the nonpeople of the surface while astride a great black? To this end she spent years researching and fighting the beasts until one day she fell hard against one of the scaled beasts, barely surviving. Badly hurt she returned to Menzoberranzan as she questioned how she had displeased Lolth, bringing the niece Natalya with her. Once returned to Menzoberranzan she fell into the clutches of a purist cult within the temple that explored the promises of demonfire. Among its members was the lovely deathsinger Velvelin whom she since keeps as her pet consort. As the family settled in Sshamath she followed in its wake, quietly approaching the faithfull in the city. Gave birth to the archeress Shri'neth some 8 decades ago, a child that has since proved a vast disappointment even if she has her uses.
Goals: Keep the faith pure, all other dieties are mere puppets of Lolth. Arise as the Priestess Queen of the drow city her sister dreams of. To become a dragon knight.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: The search, capture and binding of a black wyrmling of age to be able to carry her within a century or two. Temple scheming and plots furthering Lolth's ambitions.

Lilith idle stroked the horseman piece from the lanceboard as she mentally visualized moves and possible outcomes. The peasant and the tower was in place, but how would the bishops respond and was the offer she was about to give the horseman enough of an incentive to achieve at least partial loyalty? Whose piece was that peasant who had just stepped onto Sshamath's webs of destiny really?

Whatever happened next tree things was certain. The game was afoot and gamepieces were about to topple as strands of her web touched them. Her own fate was in no way assured as it was. There was no way for her to spin and control all of their webs...yet. A certainty was obvious however if she was to survive. The black queen, her queen, must wither and die.

The gloom light cast from the faerie fires danced over her spellpainted face and spent body as the winged behemoth meekly left her bed chamber as commanded.
It had taken an eternity to bend the demonspawn to her will and wants, but the effort spent had been worth it. Ah, indeed..
If the mother wasnt pleased with the result she could try breaking it herself, if she could.
Lilith stretched her frame in a catlike fashion.

Ever since that obnoxious alufiend had snuck into the Ulath'allar bed things had been hectic.
Perhaps this cycle would allow for the luxury of wasting an hour or two without some brainless underling creating untold disasters.


No matter, she mused, things were finally well in hand and the spores sown by the fool surface defilers were coming to bloom.
The toil of the last months had been streinous and prices had been paid, was paid she corrected.
Briefly she wondered how her abbil was dealing with her sacred plight.
Now her minds eye could envision the darkness she was about to unleash on the iblith scurrying over the surface of the scorched lands. Later she would pick up on her webs of destiny for sshamath proper again, but for now there was only the deceit, darkness and treachery of her deity's will to obey.


The reminiscence of the sacking of Hill's Edge made her lips curl into a pleased smile.
The fortous events leading to names and an opportunity for first blood, in fact the first true blooding of the sargtlinen in years.
Sometimes the ignorant "good" just was priceless in their folly.

Ah, Hill's Edge..
First the slaughter, then the extatic joy as Lolth fueled her ritual of desecration in the courtyard. The burning and caved in buildings had been a delicious backdrop with abyssal flames rising towards that cursed bright sky from the eight braziers surrounding her.
Then, then the night sky had greeted the moaning as she awakened the chained four into their new servitude. As a sign of her favor even more lesser undead had arosen.
Giggling to herself she wondered if the message sent had been received by anyone up there with something resembling a brain.

No matter, with time someone was bound to connect the dots and..besides they would make sure of it.
For all the plans and schemes, her mind straying to the wants of the Baenre child, the only thing that was certain was that the Spider Queen would be pleased in the end.


With a sigh and a heave she rose, there was still so much to do and the time frame was growing shorter by the minute. No rest for the wicked as the saying went about the darthiiri.

Alas that vith Valaklith and the Ulath'allar would seek to steal her victory would they?
Snarling she contemplated whether domination or death would serve her best.
She needed to speak to the males she had graced with her favors lately.
If one of them truly was competent perhaps the other had entered the afterlife during the night.


A pleasing thought.