*you stand in a dark room, smoke and mist whirl about the edges, hinting at what horrors or pleasures hid behind them* *two red slits open in the gloom, staring and taking on a smile within themselves...with a soft spoken word, torches light along the wall...revealing a high set throne...two onyx carved Ravens light on its top* *the figure sits comfortably...looking at you* * your heart quckens as you make out the lord of the manner....he is what makes up your nightmares...what draws your fantasy towards the darkness....and what makes your blood turn cold* *he is DROW* Vendui' and welcome.....you seek to know.....and I will teach you.... |
...my name is Oblidarn Baenre....
The Drow and our ways I need not tell you...my life...I will mmmm....where to begin......
I was born First Son of House Baenre....
greatest and most powerfull of all the Houses in Menzoberranzan....
as all with all males...
I was tested and a path was choosen fo me to take....
I was taken to the House of Wizardy.....to learn the Dark Arts of the Drow Magic....
And learn them well I did.....
under the teaching of the Elder Magics....
for over 300 years I studied...and hated.....the greatest lesson was ground into me...POWER....
that is what I have always sought While in teaching.....
my mother sought fit to bring into the family...a Half-Breed....a abomination to the purity that is drow....
though we share some of the same blood...I hate him with all I have....
my brother Khazid'hea and I have fought for years.......
I returned home and took my place as House Wizard, becoming a Rune Master, a dark art all but forbiden even within the drow culture. So powerfull that Lloth limits a Rune Master to one per city, 1st house. Witht he power to level the city if so chosen, they are a closely watched lot. Only the runes upon my hands can be seen with the visible eye, though my body is riddled with them from neck to toe, the magics used to place them upon my body, seep into the skin, and only show visible when I tap into the deepest parts of that power. Also Duk-Tak, Unholy Excutioner, a title I most excell at, while he became a Valsharn...
Our rivalry became all the greater...myself..... the most powerfull magic wielders in the City...
him...one of it's greatest Assassins....
For years we kept our distances...but always plotting the death of the other...
I had reached the highth of power....for what males can achieve.....
one thing I see to rectify...the females have ruled our society for far to long....
oh I will continue to do their bidding....
Master them by serving them..
one day.....
Males will regain what is righfully ours in the Drow World.....
but on with the story....
I spent a very long time seeing to the demise of him....for such is our way...
statis is all to us...death is commonplace and you trust no one.....
when it was time for him to be expelled....we fought.....
a battle to the death upon our house grounds....
he escaped me...
and left me with a scar that runs upon my neck.....
for that I seek for all my life to destroy him....
Many years passed after his escape....I grew restless.....
my statis in the House was not enough...
I needed more....sought things darker....
with the guise of going to the surface for Sport and Profite, to spread the reach and influence of House Baenre into other parts and realms....my Matron Mother allowed me the leave...
one day I will return....
to destroy her and take power.....
I walk in the darkness and take delite in what I am.....
Oloth Zhah Tuth Abbil Leuth Ogglih.......
*the figure stands, as the runes glow bright on his hand, two red eyes slowly begin to walk towards you in the darkness*
Now you will know oblivion....