Lolth's Sweet Revenge

[DM Asgorath]

Rivers running red

Bel'iira stood silent in front of the assembled humans, her purple eyes flaring with a sinister light as the commander of the garrison sternly talked to her. The First High Priestess wasn't surely expecting such a treatment on behalf of her "Allies". Her natural haughtyness, combined with a rising lust for blood and carnage, only compounded the problem furtherly.

"What do dos mean, vithing iblith? How is it possible that dos were naut expecting us???"

Instead of offering an apology, the commander of the garrison simply shrugged. Obviously he was not particularly intimidated by the drow woman in front of him, nor by the large drow warhost assembled. This just added up to the Ulaththallar's omnicidal rage.

"I had received no informations detailing your arrival. Until the matter will have been resolved, you will be confined within the guests' tower under surveillance. Hopefully it will not take much time."

"WHAT!?" - Bel'iira's furious shout echoed all the way through the castle. Her fury was building up considerably, a thing which, to those who knew her well, only meant trouble.

"You will receive a fair treatment, worthy of our finest guets. But you will not be allowed to exit the guests' tower."

The drows were then escorted to the guests' tower. As they were detained there, amidst the dark elves' general complains, Bel'iira remained dreadfully silent. Her Yaththallar second-in-command was probably the only one who noticed a creepy, sinister crimson light in the Ulaththallar's eyes. She knew far too weel what did that light mean - trouble.

Half an hour later, the commander returned, followed by a wizard.

"I have been authorized to let you go and proceed to the raid of Hill's Edge. This Celestial Mage here will teleport your warhost in the vicinity of the settlement. Remember, dark ones, you are to just intimidate the town's inhabitants and nothing else."

Bel'iira flashed a disarmingly sweet smile from underneath her adamantine helmet at the commander of the garrison, something that made even someone as untouchable as him shudder for a moment.

"Xas, udos know the deal. Udos will intimidate them really bwael."

As the celestial mage teleported the drows to the outskirts of Hill's Edge, away from prying eyes, he left a moniker to the drows.

"I will remain here and wait for your return to teleport all of you back. Just remember, drows: only intimidation."

The words rang hollow into Bel'iira ears. She and her warhost had came there for blood, not for vengeance. The drows marched on, in an uncharacteristically uncoordinated and wild manner. The sentries perched atop the small outer defensive wall of the town spotted them almost immediately. After a long moment of silence - most likely caused by sheer shock and fear - the alarm bell was ringed.

"Vithing waelen! Why do they have to be so stupid? So much for stealth!"

Some defenders exited the town and attacked the drows, in an equally uncoordinated manner. Being woken up at 2 AM was evidently too much for them as well.

The two forces collided. As much as the defenders valiantly struggled to repel the drows, the dark elves' sheer ferocity and depravity was more than a match for the defenders of the settlement. The defenders fled, and the gates of Hill's Edge were closed. This was a problem, since the drow warhost had no real siege equipment.

Bel'iira admired the scene with a mixture of annoyance and glee. She was both happy to see such carnage going on, as well as annoyed to see such lack of coordination in her band. Her contemplation of the battlefield didn't last long, however, as three runaway defenders, most probably thinking that a lone drow was an easy prey, charged at her.

Obviously amused, Bel'iira chanted an implosion spell, instantly rending two of the three attackers and shredding them to a bloody, fine reddish pulp. The third one simply dropped his weapon and fell to the ground, terrified at such violent display of power.

The last thing he saw was a lone drow female, clad in a full plate of the finest adamantium, slowly approaching him, with an mace radiating unholy energies in her right hand. Whilst her face was almost completely covered by a helmet, the furious, bloodthirsty and merciless gaze in Bel'iira's violet eyes was hard to miss. There would have been no quarter for him, nor for the town's inhabitants.

"Vithing, wael kivvil. Dos thought usstan title was just purely honorific? That usstan did naut know how to fight? Ussta shall show dos why are the ilythiiri so feared!"

Bel'iira lowered her mace on the head of the terrified defender, cracking his skull instantly. As her gaze returned to the drows taking cover underneath the walls to avoid the defensive fire of the catapults, she slowly marched towards them, arrows and bolts bouncing on her thick adamantine plate.

Amused at the show of her brothers and sisters cowering underneath the walls, she chuckled a bit, before commanding them all amidst the chaos.

"Ussta will show dos how to deal with defensive walls. Stand back!"

The drows complied. Bel'iira grasped her unholy simbol of Lolth tightly, before casting a massive earthquake aimed at the town's walls. The furious shaking of the earth was enough to make the walls crumble as if they were made of clay. Bel'iira then climbed the opening in the defensive walls, flanked by her drow peers, and bellowed forth the next orders for that night's raid....

"Lolth tlu malla! Let the glorious slaughter begin!"

[DM Asgorath]

A sacrifical offer

Bel'iira's purple eyes lingered on the altar of Lolth for a long moment, marveled at the unholy flames which consumed the defiler of her temple. She couldn't help but think in amazement at the great opportunity the fools gave to her and her church to demonstrate just how powerful and well-connected they were. Then, she shifted her gaze to the other drows of Qu'ellar Sshamath, finally speaking, as Hinzel's soul was being plunged into the Abyss.

"The Trillium, the Trillium...Ha! A congregation of idiots, imbeciles and fools, deluding themselves into being of help to the vithing surface, whilst in truth they have been the exact opposite. They must think they are the Gods' special creatures, right? The Gods' special, vithing creatures. Ussa hope someome WARNED them, usstan faithful. Ussa hope they were warned every step of the way, as they bounced around like a vithing game. Like a wind-up toy. Like a group of self-righteous fools full of self-serving greed in armor.

The next half of this century is right around the corner....and these fools of the former trillium? Take a bwael look, because they are the poster children for the next decade surfacers. These people, it's nau mystery where they come from.

They sharpen the vithing human appetite to the point where it can split adamantine with its desire. They build egos the size of temples. Grease even the dullest dreams with these gold-plated fantasies of self-righteousness, hypocrisy and lack of planning until every vithing kivvil becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, deludes himself into believing he can submit the Dhaerows.

As Hinzel's soul kept plummeting screaming into the abyss, Bel'iira's words permeated the tiefling's mind and thoughts.


Where can dos go from there? As they scramble from one delusions of grandeur to the next, who's got his eye on the innocents? As they are sacrificed to the Spider Queen for the crimes of a few fools, the water is tainted red with their blood, and the soil reeks of the sweet stench of decay that only undeath can provide...and it just keeps going! Faster and faster, faster and faster, until there are only ruins left. There's no chance to think, to prepare; first dos think dos are powerful and invincible, and then dos crawl on the ground like a worm, ready to be gutted.

Udos got a runaway boat, ussta children. Udos got a billion of Trilliums all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to mess with Lolth's sweet domain, lick its fingers clean, as it reaches out towards everything deemed as "evil", without first bothering to consider their own hypocrisy and delusions of morality"

The tiefling's fall finally came to a halt, as he hit a ground covered in cobwebs without actually feeling any pain. As Bel'iira kept speaking, the poor tiefling's spiritual form gazes around, fearful and terrified at what will come next...and it is only a moment, before his eyes set on a creature similar to a female drider, only much bigger, radiating evilness and looking at him with her compassionless, homicidal, merciless and gleefully sadistic eyes.


And here it comes! The boat hits home! Dos got to pay dossta own way now, Trillium. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. Dossta belly is too full to run, dossta throat is too sore to cast a spell, dossta arms too weak to swing a weapon, dossta eyes are bloodshot and dos are screaming for someone to help. But guess what — there's no one out there! Dos are all alone!

But why worrying? Dos are the Gods' special little creatures after all, xas? Or perhaps, PERHAPS dos are realizing that the Gods may have thrown the dice once too often?

Maybe they let all of dos down.

Bel'iira's laughter kept creeping into Hinzel's thoughts, as the Spider Queen herself lunged against the tiefling and prepared to torment him in the most atrocious of way imaginable for what could have very likely been an eternity.