Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

Mallkior, born from the noble matriarch of the drow house DeRathe, had been cursed to be one of the few male drow born with the powerful noble trait of his dark-dwelling kin. Males born with this gene were often slaughtered when they were brought into this world by one of the higher ranking houses in drow society, but House DeRathe held no such station. Against the better judgement of her daughters and advisors, the matriarch allowed her first-born son to live in the hopes that he could be cultivated into a living weapon which she could us to advance House DeRathes station. This decision, born of greed, pride, and in some small part, envy, would prove to be a most unwise decree in the years that were to come. In that moment, however, the matriarch believed that she had been blessed with great tool. The matriarch believed that she would always be able to control her new son that he would always remain subservient to his mother and elder sisters. Blinded by ambition, the matriarch had never bothered to ask herself why the higher houses throw away such men. Over the next several years, the young drow noble grew and was taught the basics of survival that all drow learned to prepare them for a life in the Underdark. He learned the creeds of the drow people from his father and he learned how to control the magical abilities with which he was born from his mother. From his two elder sisters, he learned the basics of combat swordplay, archery, and the weakest spectrum of the magical arts. His abilities were growing fast and this began to worry the members of the house outside of his immediate family. These cries fell on ears which had been deafened by all-consuming ambition. As the boy neared maturity, rebellion grew inside of his heart. This sent a renewed wave of fear and panic through the small drow house and for the first time, the matriarch listened. Mallkior was punished severely for the contention that he had sent through his family and house but he was still not killed. It was natural, the matriarch had told the house DeRathe, for a child to rebel at the age which her son had reached. She assured them that he was being punished and that his training would be ceased until such a time as he could properly be controlled again. The house, still unsure, fell silent once again at the command of their blinded matriarch. Though his family had put a hold upon his official training, Mallkior did not let them stop him from advancing his teachings on his own time. He was furious that his mother and sisters would dare do such a thing to him and that rebellion slowly molded itself into resentment. They were hypocrites in his eyes. They had brought him up to be a weapon to fight. They had brought him up to be a physical embodiment of the violence and chaos which the drow people embodied in honor of their most precious goddess, Lloth. In Mallkiors perverse view of the world, twisted beyond even that of the average drow, House DeRathe had dishonored Lloth by attempting to quell his chaos. Being born of House DeRathe himself, it was his duty to spill their blood so that he may redeem his family name. For another handful of years, Mallkior trained in secrecy to advance both his swordsmanship and his sorcery. Slowly, he began to combine the two until he had melded blade and magic into one fluid combat style. He had become what his mother had always hoped that he would become an eldritch knight. However, he had also become what the rest of his house had feared that he might become a rogue male, and a powerful one at that. No longer did his mother or sisters have the ability to control him. The night of reckoning for House DeRathe came and went. Mallkior had sustained only small injuries while the rest of his former family lay dead in the cavernous halls of the Underdark. With House DeRathe gone from the world, there was no reason for Mallkior to remain in the Underdark any longer. His loyalty to his people was non-existent. His only loyalty lay in the birth and growth of chaos something which the Underdark was already swallowed in. The surface world, however, was a place of law and order according to most of the books which he had read. With this in mind, it was clear to Mallkior what he must do. While the surface world was swallowed in the darkness of night, Mallkior left the Underdark behind. He was sure that his kin would not hunt him for what he had done but he also decided that it was better to be prepared rather than ignore the possibility. He would need a way to hide himself and he knew just the thing to help with that. The drow recalled tales of a human family that lived in a nearby surface town. The family were renowned combatants and most of them carried an amulet of proof against detection on their bodies at all times which was cleverly disguised as a family seal. This amulet would make it difficult to magically track and locate him. This is why the half-elven girls parents were targeted and this is why her fathers family seal was stolen. The drow had confronted him and his bride in the garden and when the human refused to give the eldritch drow the object which he had come to collect, the drow killed him. Then, in the tradition of his kind, he killed the mans wife who he believed was the only witness. The servant and her lover had been spared only because the drows vision was hindered by the light of the full moon. He hadnt seen them a mistake that he wouldnt have otherwise made in the pitch black of the Underdark. If the half-elf intended to track down the drow man now, she would need aid to do so. Her fathers amulet was powerful and only the strongest magi would be able to track the drow in spite of the seal. Perhaps if she was lucky, someone in town had seen the dark-clan man come or go in the dead of night. Surely, she would know that this was her best bet at picking up the trail.