A sharp wail pierced the silence in the room as a pair of venom-coated
fangs dug deep into ebon flesh - sending radiating trickles of pain through
the victim. With a quick flick of a wrist the snakehead of the whip was
drawn downwards in a devastating tugging motion that tore away chunks of
flesh and skin from the screaming drow.
Ithire shivered involuntarily in pleasure - there was nothing she loved more than the agonized screams of her enemies - screams that carried potent promises of her future power. Once more she lashed out with the whip and she was rewarded with yet another wonderful scream of pain. The two entwined shapes that lay huddled together on the bed screamed in agony - their voices pounding against the walls in a booming cacophony.
Victory was her! She had prevailed - the High Priestess and Matron of house De'iytuh was at her mercy - and she would soon die. A wavering tide of pleasure rolled out through Ithire's body with every scream that erupted from the couple on the bed - never before had the pain of others been this wonderful.
The white silken sheets were coloured crimson - and the wailing screams were diminishing in strength. They were. dieing. The whip lashed down on the couple a few more times and like a predator Ithire stalked up to the elves on the bed. A visage of horror is what she laid eyes upon - two drow shapes lay sprawled out on the bed - all skin torn from their body - almost as if it had been peeled away from them. Large chunks of flesh were missing and a few white pieces of bone jutted out through the damaged muscles and sinew.
This was it - she had done as she had been told - she had proven her strength to the Spider Queen - she would be rewarded! Of this she was sure - for who other than she would be more fit to govern the city of Athlar'Novis. Who other than Ithire Ce'thilen had the power to rule?
She revelled in the pleasure of the kill - in the pleasure of the power soon to be hers. The spires - the dancing towers - those would be relocated - yes, they would. Such a beautiful gift would not be wasted - it, along with the power, was her price. Enthralled by the promise of power - and confident in herself she was - to the degree that she did not hear the quiet chanting behind her.
A low, methodical voice whispered a silent prayer behind Ithire's back - and the power of the prayer was unleashed as the voice rose to a deafening crescendo - "Rrothy'la sshatul Wishnu!"
A trembling shock of pain snaked its way up through Ithire's body - who found that her muscles were cramping, hobbling back and forth and sending her crashing to the ground. Her eyes were glazed over by a gossamer sheath of crimson pain and to her horror she felt how her limbs were twisting. Her eyes blurred in pain as a burning sensation etched its way into her stomach - igniting her innards.
Through the gossamer veil she was able to see her attacker - the Matron Mother of House De'iytuh.
No - how could this be - how could she stand alive? How could she use the prayers of Lloth - she was out of favour - she was doomed! No! Ithire's mind began spinning as it fell into a deep misty gloom - her pain incapacitating her beyond measure. Betrayal - the Spider Queen had abandoned her - and for the first time in her life - Ithire shook in terror at the thought of death. Tendrils of darkness stretched out towards her - with a last scream her life was torn from her body - and the ebony shell of her body fell to the ground.
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The Matron Mother of House De'iytuh smiled to herself as she watched Ithire struggle with insanity and pain - how wonderful the Spider Queen's plan had been - how. chaotic. But that was to be expected after all.
House De'iytuh's era had begun - and glory laid ahead - all the drow world would tremble at the very mentioning of the name De'iytuh. She purred to herself as she picked up Ithire's whip - the trademark of a Priestess of Lloth. The whips could only be wielded by a person in Lloth's favour - but yet. Ithire had wielded one of the whips.
Realization struck her like bolt of lightning and she spun around towards the door - only to find herself staring into the dead eyes of her former sister, Nidraitza. Her face was deformed - swollen. The flesh around her mouth had been torn away - her eyes had been slashed and the fluttered slightly with every movement of the arachnid drider. Clasped firmly in the drider's hands were a long, wicked spear - a pair of silver spiders etched into the blade, staring out towards the Matron Mother.
"You really did not think that you would sssurvive - did you? You have wronged the Ssspider Queen - jussst asss the other one did." The drider hissed out with the greatest of efforts - saliva spraying from it's lipless mouth.
"Wishya!" She knew the attempt was in vain - she had never had the Spider Queen's favour - the prayer would be in vain. But the spell was a reflex - whenever in danger - the Matron mother used it. But this time - it did not work.
The drider titled its head to the side and watch ed her with an intent gaze - a slight coughing sound erupted from the drider's stomach and it jolted its head forwards. A spray of acidic saliva erupted from within the drider and was directed towards the Matron Mother - who realised to late what the drider was doing.
With a whimpering scream she sunk down to one knee - her eyes burning in pain as they were covered in acid. Another crack of pain shot through her as something cold was shoved through her chest - penetrating her heart and slamming her down against the ground. Life abandoned the Matron Mother even before she struck the ground - so perfect had the drider's aim been.
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On her throne - hidden within a mist of gloom - sat Lloth, the Spider Queen and goddess of Chaos, Confusion and Disorder. How she thrived in the chaos - her lips curling into a wicked smile as she watched the drow perform her tasks. Their world - so ruled by chaos - deceit looming over them wherever they turned. But such was the realm of the Spider Queen - and those who had not her favour quickly suffered death. And those who had her favour - quickly lost it. The Maiden of Confusion sat back and watched her race of choice - watched them trying to appease her.
Confusion - Chaos - Disorder. The rules that forever ruled the society of the drow.
Ithire shivered involuntarily in pleasure - there was nothing she loved more than the agonized screams of her enemies - screams that carried potent promises of her future power. Once more she lashed out with the whip and she was rewarded with yet another wonderful scream of pain. The two entwined shapes that lay huddled together on the bed screamed in agony - their voices pounding against the walls in a booming cacophony.
Victory was her! She had prevailed - the High Priestess and Matron of house De'iytuh was at her mercy - and she would soon die. A wavering tide of pleasure rolled out through Ithire's body with every scream that erupted from the couple on the bed - never before had the pain of others been this wonderful.
The white silken sheets were coloured crimson - and the wailing screams were diminishing in strength. They were. dieing. The whip lashed down on the couple a few more times and like a predator Ithire stalked up to the elves on the bed. A visage of horror is what she laid eyes upon - two drow shapes lay sprawled out on the bed - all skin torn from their body - almost as if it had been peeled away from them. Large chunks of flesh were missing and a few white pieces of bone jutted out through the damaged muscles and sinew.
This was it - she had done as she had been told - she had proven her strength to the Spider Queen - she would be rewarded! Of this she was sure - for who other than she would be more fit to govern the city of Athlar'Novis. Who other than Ithire Ce'thilen had the power to rule?
She revelled in the pleasure of the kill - in the pleasure of the power soon to be hers. The spires - the dancing towers - those would be relocated - yes, they would. Such a beautiful gift would not be wasted - it, along with the power, was her price. Enthralled by the promise of power - and confident in herself she was - to the degree that she did not hear the quiet chanting behind her.
A low, methodical voice whispered a silent prayer behind Ithire's back - and the power of the prayer was unleashed as the voice rose to a deafening crescendo - "Rrothy'la sshatul Wishnu!"
A trembling shock of pain snaked its way up through Ithire's body - who found that her muscles were cramping, hobbling back and forth and sending her crashing to the ground. Her eyes were glazed over by a gossamer sheath of crimson pain and to her horror she felt how her limbs were twisting. Her eyes blurred in pain as a burning sensation etched its way into her stomach - igniting her innards.
Through the gossamer veil she was able to see her attacker - the Matron Mother of House De'iytuh.
No - how could this be - how could she stand alive? How could she use the prayers of Lloth - she was out of favour - she was doomed! No! Ithire's mind began spinning as it fell into a deep misty gloom - her pain incapacitating her beyond measure. Betrayal - the Spider Queen had abandoned her - and for the first time in her life - Ithire shook in terror at the thought of death. Tendrils of darkness stretched out towards her - with a last scream her life was torn from her body - and the ebony shell of her body fell to the ground.
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The Matron Mother of House De'iytuh smiled to herself as she watched Ithire struggle with insanity and pain - how wonderful the Spider Queen's plan had been - how. chaotic. But that was to be expected after all.
House De'iytuh's era had begun - and glory laid ahead - all the drow world would tremble at the very mentioning of the name De'iytuh. She purred to herself as she picked up Ithire's whip - the trademark of a Priestess of Lloth. The whips could only be wielded by a person in Lloth's favour - but yet. Ithire had wielded one of the whips.
Realization struck her like bolt of lightning and she spun around towards the door - only to find herself staring into the dead eyes of her former sister, Nidraitza. Her face was deformed - swollen. The flesh around her mouth had been torn away - her eyes had been slashed and the fluttered slightly with every movement of the arachnid drider. Clasped firmly in the drider's hands were a long, wicked spear - a pair of silver spiders etched into the blade, staring out towards the Matron Mother.
"You really did not think that you would sssurvive - did you? You have wronged the Ssspider Queen - jussst asss the other one did." The drider hissed out with the greatest of efforts - saliva spraying from it's lipless mouth.
"Wishya!" She knew the attempt was in vain - she had never had the Spider Queen's favour - the prayer would be in vain. But the spell was a reflex - whenever in danger - the Matron mother used it. But this time - it did not work.
The drider titled its head to the side and watch ed her with an intent gaze - a slight coughing sound erupted from the drider's stomach and it jolted its head forwards. A spray of acidic saliva erupted from within the drider and was directed towards the Matron Mother - who realised to late what the drider was doing.
With a whimpering scream she sunk down to one knee - her eyes burning in pain as they were covered in acid. Another crack of pain shot through her as something cold was shoved through her chest - penetrating her heart and slamming her down against the ground. Life abandoned the Matron Mother even before she struck the ground - so perfect had the drider's aim been.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
On her throne - hidden within a mist of gloom - sat Lloth, the Spider Queen and goddess of Chaos, Confusion and Disorder. How she thrived in the chaos - her lips curling into a wicked smile as she watched the drow perform her tasks. Their world - so ruled by chaos - deceit looming over them wherever they turned. But such was the realm of the Spider Queen - and those who had not her favour quickly suffered death. And those who had her favour - quickly lost it. The Maiden of Confusion sat back and watched her race of choice - watched them trying to appease her.
Confusion - Chaos - Disorder. The rules that forever ruled the society of the drow.