Thread: Underdark Dealings (Esyel & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou Deep beneath the Drow city of Rilauven, all seemed to be normal. Well, as much as one could call such a society with the dark elves that. Everyone and everything appeared to be in order. Slavery was still the strongest source of income and trade. Furthermore, most of these slaves were men of various races other Drow, Sylvan elves, humes, half-elves, and the list went on and on. The women were, no had always been, in power. After all, Drow lived on a matriarchal system so of course the fairer sex was in charge. It had been that way for centuries. Why should tradition begin to change? There were many noble houses within the city of Rilauven, each having an array of vital members. Most, if not all, had their own weapon master. The house of Venoch'Xuileb'Brou was no exception to this rule. Their own went by the name of Ktonos. How long has he been here? The musings came from the Mother Matron of this same house, Alaunvyll Venoch'Xuileb'Brou . Normally, the woman in charge didn't second guess her decisions. Ever. But alas, this was one of those very rare exceptions that she realized letting this ... this monster of a Drow into her home had definitely been a poor choice. At first, he looked promising. Moreover, he didn't display any mercy or hesitation. Normally, this was a good thing to see in warriors, particularly male ones. It meant they weren't pathetic or weak like most of the slaves tended to be. Now, however, things were getting too far out of hand. When all was said and done, Alaunvyll knew something had to be done. An irked and simultaneously defeated sigh passed her parted lips. She had few options. One had been to ask about any of the other houses for help but .. no. Most of the Drow within those had priestesses, warriors, or even some wizards. But in the end, the problem that always taunted the Matron Mother's mind was the same. Ktonos would know how to deal with those types. Hmph! Her crimson eyes shut as a dark-skinned hand trailed up and moved some white strands of hair behind her ears. Surely there was one type of person he had never had experience with, wasn't there? There has to be! Her eyes shot wide open and before she could pray for Lolth to give her a sign, a new idea came to her. She'd never dwelled upon the mere thought before. But now that it entered her head and the Matron Mother dwelled on it several times over, she slowly nodded. Part of her honestly didn't enjoy the mere thought despite it meaning she would use her youngest daughter not because she pitied her child. Oh no. Mercy didn't exist in Alaunvyll's vocabulary. No, no. The real issue was she would be risking a very rare and precious treasure to be more precise, what her child was , not the fact it was her daughter. Even to this day, she didn't know or understand how or why it had happened. But she had sensed her youngest, Elari Venoch'Xuileb'Brou, was not at all normal. In fact, she was nowhere near close. Still, she had forced her to at least act that way by pretending to being in the midst of training as a priestess of Lolth. The guise, of course, had worked. But only the Matron Mother knew the truth. Somehow, her youngest had been born with psionic abilities. The powers alone were incredibly rare as it was. But to be given to a woman? That, admittedly, had terrified her when she first realized this. Usually, it was Drow men - such as Kimmuriel Oblodra - who were blessed with these .. gifts. Her initial reaction had been nearly killing her own child. But Lolth had given her a vision the same night that Elari had been born. It hinted that one day, she would become useful to the house. If there was ever a night that would prove this premonition to be accurate and true, it would certainly be this one. Lolth had never turned her back against Alaunvyll before. And damnit all, the Matron Mother would refuse to believe the Queen of the Drow would begin to start any acts of betrayal here and now, during one of the most crucial times of her life. Alaunvyll pondered over her idea a few more times before nodding and finally turning to the sleeping figure in her bed one of the many male slaves she used for her sexual pleasures. Her hand deftly raised before landing upon the man's face, making him instantly wake up. Get dressed and then go get Elari! ... Elari? the servant repeated, as if ensuring he had heard correctly. The glare that Alaunvyll gave him helped reassure the sex slave that was indeed the name his ears had managed to hear. Of course, my Mistress. he replied, never once allowing his eyes to meet the crimson ones. No more than one minute passed before slipped into his tunic and pants before heading to an elegant door. Now ... you wait. And while Alaunvyll had to do just that, she began getting dressed into her priestess robes though not because she was ashamed. Hell no! It was disrespectful to not show appreciation and worship to her goddess. The city of Rilauven may have forgotten as most Drow didn't worship Lolth anymore. But Alaunvyll would personally rather be sent to the deepest layer of the abyss before daring to give up on the Spider Queen.