"Our Mother as my will, I will strike down those that do not bow under her command."
Of the many houses that have served devoutly under the dark Queen, one risen from the ashes of an old island; the caverns deep and rich with minerals, ore and gems. As the Drow of old in search of new sources found this haven, they also found many of Elven and human origin. This served only as a blessing to the dark ones that invaded the land. Their flesh wanton; only worthy of the great Goddess and her need for chaos.
Fae, L'landra, the North ruins, Q'os, the city of Duergar, the gem rich mines and all that ran between were the home of humans, elves, dwarves, duergar, drow and even illithids and dragons. The idea of having such an unprotected land, open to the forces around them felt all too alluring for the dark kind, bringing them to the surface at night. They spilled from the caverns, pillaging, murdering, and letting the lesser of their army rape any that survived the initial onslaughts.
"My Qili--Ilharess" He bowed as deep as any had before. She stood above him, like Lolth herself, impenetrable, overwhelming and completely in control. Before the poor soul could take another breath she tore his throat from his neck, snapping the foreign insignia off his cloak. It is all it took. The unknown chosen of Lolth had found a house, riddled with the unfaithful. Worshiping her Champion far too openly with a female puppet worthy of a great lobotomy, after a whipping no doubt. The male masters soon found that strong ruled the weak, and that the Queen never loses... At least in the long run.
"You will never look back. You will serve her without question. I am the mother. I know best. I always will." She spoke clutching the freshly crafted golden spider upon her cloak. "We are her children and as children we follow. Her will is ours and we shall seek those that stop her from her victories. We have much to do in the realms of the living, and much more after. Her chaos will reach every corner of every plane. The darkness will consume all, and us with it. We are her daggers. We are her horror. We are all that those who fear the dark are. The champions of Lolth, the executioners of heretics and the makers of believers. Praise be to Lolth."
Many have fallen under her rule. Many more that question the Faith will follow. Only the devout will be victorious. Only the strong will survive. The mother will not have it any other way.
(More to come)
