Memories, so many memories. Pain, so much pain.
Nidraitza writhed and twisted as she tried to free herself of the veil of darkness which had unfolded itself over her - but to no avail. Some inner fire raged within her, rippling through her heaped body like a tide of water as it shook her bones in a vibrating crescendo. Her head throbbed and pulsated as it radiated waves of pain across her cranium and down through her spine.
Her eyelids wouldn't move - just as if they were sealed shut by an unknown force. But the rest of her body was moving on its own accord - her arachnid legs stretching out to embrace the cold floor. Her movements were slow and erratic, but leading forwards. A soft voice murmured in her head, "Come to me, cast down the pain."
Nidraitza tried to reel away - tried to steer her body away from the course which it had chosen, but her legs moved on their own accord, pulling her towards some unknown destination.
But her movements suddenly seemed so... trivial... as memories surged through her mind along with the waves of fiery pain.
She could clearly remember how she had been raised as a priestess, like all other drow females of noble heritage. Faint memories of a scouting mission flashed through her head and as slight gasp escaped her tightly clenched lips; this was the reason why she had been cursed, this is why she was to suffer the greatest punishment of drow society - driderhood.
She had failed, she had failed her house, by letting the svirfneblins that they had been hunting survive. But there had to be more, there had to be more reasons for this - driderhood was not given out lightly, and a failure like that surely didn't deserve this curse.
A second wave of pain shook up through her body, slamming against her temples like sledges against anvils. A trickle of crimson erupted from her ears and ran down her chins and along with it, her memories.
Slowly the pain began to diminish and the gossamer veil of darkness was lifted from her eyes. The soft voice spoke once again, this time not in Nidraitza's mind, "Arise drider - no longer tormented by memories you are."
Nidraitza writhed and twisted as she tried to free herself of the veil of darkness which had unfolded itself over her - but to no avail. Some inner fire raged within her, rippling through her heaped body like a tide of water as it shook her bones in a vibrating crescendo. Her head throbbed and pulsated as it radiated waves of pain across her cranium and down through her spine.
Her eyelids wouldn't move - just as if they were sealed shut by an unknown force. But the rest of her body was moving on its own accord - her arachnid legs stretching out to embrace the cold floor. Her movements were slow and erratic, but leading forwards. A soft voice murmured in her head, "Come to me, cast down the pain."
Nidraitza tried to reel away - tried to steer her body away from the course which it had chosen, but her legs moved on their own accord, pulling her towards some unknown destination.
But her movements suddenly seemed so... trivial... as memories surged through her mind along with the waves of fiery pain.
She could clearly remember how she had been raised as a priestess, like all other drow females of noble heritage. Faint memories of a scouting mission flashed through her head and as slight gasp escaped her tightly clenched lips; this was the reason why she had been cursed, this is why she was to suffer the greatest punishment of drow society - driderhood.
She had failed, she had failed her house, by letting the svirfneblins that they had been hunting survive. But there had to be more, there had to be more reasons for this - driderhood was not given out lightly, and a failure like that surely didn't deserve this curse.
A second wave of pain shook up through her body, slamming against her temples like sledges against anvils. A trickle of crimson erupted from her ears and ran down her chins and along with it, her memories.
Slowly the pain began to diminish and the gossamer veil of darkness was lifted from her eyes. The soft voice spoke once again, this time not in Nidraitza's mind, "Arise drider - no longer tormented by memories you are."