Tharenwhla the Spider
The temple was huge, but had been home for so long, that she knew her way about blind. And she was. Blind that is. She made the mistake of getting too close to a cleric using some kind of made light from a spell, and had never been able to see since.
Not that she minded this a whole lot. She had seen things in her life that spiderlings would curl up in a little ball over. They were worshipped by the dark elves, this is true, but the things that go on in the temple she lived in were so gruesome sometimes, she took it upon herself to leave. The screaming sometimes did that, especially to the younger ones. It wasn't that they thought it made her sick...no, they had started to think that it was because they were going a bit too far or Lloth was getting bored. Stupid elves...never had any idea of what was really going on.
As it was, she was now almost deaf too, having just been subjected to some screaming surface creatures that had been put to death. She was never used to kill. She wondered briefly if this was because she was thought of as too sacred, or because the dark elves knew she was non poisonous. And these drow loved their poisons.
What annoyed her even further, if this was possible - and she was truly beginning to wonder if it was - are the silly ceremonies, where she is called in front of a huge crowd of dark elves and bowed before. Why was this a daily ritual! It was absolutely nuts to her! Just because she was the biggest and strongest female out of the lot of her kind, didn't mean she had to be treated like she was something to worship, or even worse...made out of glass. This was the Underdark! They barely even know what glass is!
It hadn't always been this way though. She had been hatched on the surface, tiny and harmless like most spiderlings were, and had been caught when she had begun to grow bigger than the others by some dark elves that were invading the elven village that she had been secretly hiding near. They had a very odd ability to sniff a spider out half a mile away. She hadn't even been in the city at the time. Sure she had been close, but still...
She had been put to work almost right away as a guard to the door of one of the lower houses, but when she continued to grow, she had been whisked away to live in the exalted temple of the first House, and there she had stayed.
She was old now, and could feel her death coming and one thing about this pleased her greatly. The dark elves would go nuts. What would they do without her? They would have to use one of her smaller children. Just the thought of the chaos her death would cause amused her and she wished that she could see it for herself when the moment came.
Perhaps this Lloth goddess would allow her to see. It is said, after all, that drow are chaotic beings.
In her place in the temple, Tharenwhla smiled her spider smile. Soon. Her real purpose in life would come soon.
A/N - Most of this story has been sittign on my hard drive for a looong time. Found the first half just yesterday and thought it was funny. Just needed to add some malice into it (not the character) and so I finished it. Hope someone enjoys this little story.