Prologue

The rain battered down on the roof of the imperious mansion. Tacila arose from the bed and hastily donned her clothes. She smiled wryly at her lover as she left the bedroom.

She quickly wrote a farewell note. She could not stand the elf in the bedroom any longer. Through tears of anger, she made her way out the door and shrouded herself in darkness.

In her dark corner of the Abyss, Lloth, the drow goddess, the spider goddess, smiled. The testing of Corellon Larethian's champion had begun. It would take many more days for the results to be seen.

Lloth's grand plan rested on the action's of a single mortal. An unimportant human female. She would be the key to the champion's demise.

Lloth smiled.