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The Baenre GirlsIt had been several weeks since Quenthel's resurrection. The drowess found it disconcerting to know that she had been dead, but she praised Lloth for the joy of living again to see the enemies of House Baenre destroyed. Quenthel's memories of the Demonweb Pits were blurred, like some distant dream. She remembered only the smell of sulphur and the feel of cobwebs.

Quenthel had been invited to Triel's private chambers, ostensibly for a few drinks. Quenthel knew her older sister was always looking for opportunities to size up her sisters, to analyse whether they posed potential threats. The drow smiled at the joy at which Triel greeted her retu

From Chaos BornFROM CHAOS BORN

"And so hatred is born from the necessity of revenge... A necessity that fades away into nothingness the same way our souls are lost. But that doesn't stop us." Elkantar of the Zaknlyn.

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I was there, when everything around us turned to pieces.

I was there: one more slave in the chaotic rebellion that took place in Menzoberranzan. Yes. I was there, when the fires of the duergar released the scent of burnt drow flesh, of destruction and misery. I was there when House Agrach Dyrr revealed its true face, revealed its true power that was being held back by matriarchal doctrines given to the dark elves by an

Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch7The next day when Zariel arrived at the Baenre chapel, she presented Sos'umptu with a box.

The surprised chaplain opened the box.

"Honey-coated lizards!" the older Drow exclaimed with delight.

"Imported from Calimport. One of your nieces told me you liked sweets," explained Zariel.

" I certainly do. That was so kind, but it was really not necessary, child," said Sos'umptu.

"Well you were really nice to me yesterday, even after I had been such a spoiled bitch. Things are in a bad way now, but you're right, I need to trust Lolth and hope for the best," said Zariel.

Sos'umptu kissed her young assistant and gave her a hug.

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Later that d

Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch6It was apparent to Sos'umptu that Zariel had arrived at the Baenre chapel in a very bad mood.

On arrival, the young priestess kicked off her shoes awkwardly and stormed barefoot through the chapel. She aggressively grabbed a bucket of water and began mopping the floor immediately.

Sos'umptu had never seen the girl so eager to start work. Clearly there was a lot of aggression in her system that she needed to work off. Sos'umptu could tell from the Drow's face and eyes that the girl had been crying.

"What is the matter, child?" asked the Baenre chaplain.

"Nothing, mistress," snorted Zariel.

"It's useless trying to lie to a Baenre, girl," i

Eldebryn's mental journal, part 2Night's clouds had already cloaked the sky above the small forest region of Thesk. Leon, a swordsage that originally came from these lands, was now tracking the horribly disfigured man, Tyvon, among the trees and foliage. He, just like Eldebryn, had suspected that in spite of the ring he wore he could be still loyal to the Red Wizards he once served...
Meanwhile, most of Tammar's citizens were fast asleep. Tammar was a small village along the Golden Road, only a few miles to the northwest from Leon's location, where the drow and the others resided for the time being. Menegroth was already trying to earn some extra gold in spite of their objective, by searching the manors of recently disappeared, wealthy locals. The ranger and the druid were probably asleep.
The wizard was taking a bath, trying to let the events of the last week fall in place, the hot water cascading down his face...
We met that mysterious guy again, agent of the Hathrans. We followed the gnolls that work for the Re

Demons Strike Menzoberranzan Blood fell from the drow's corpse spilling over the twisted talons that had pierced his chest cavity. A cruel smile crossed the half-demon's face as he tugged his clawed hand from the warrior and licked clean the blood. He held the coppery taste in his mouth, feeling his pulse increase as the blood-lust grew inside him.
Looking around the ruins he searched for lingering drow. His master had released him and his brothers from the hells a mere number of hours ago. Since, they had rushed across the dark elven settlement, murder in their wake. Apparently these dark elven creatures were among the pinnacle of mortal race, powerful and deadly. Th

The Spider That WaitsMaybe my life comes down to this moment. Maybe this is what I have been craving. Hungering for from the very beginning when I felt the resentment start to brew. That seems so long ago now, the beginning… a l' rendan… what was it like at the beginning? There was Lolth, no back before Lolth; yes there was life before the mistress, life before slavery. I am not slave, I assure myself, no I had taken my place at her side by my own accord, to get where I am now, to savor this moment as I feel my pulse growing in my palm where I once again tighten my grip on Venomace.

I would suppose a pulse means I have a heart, I have blood, maybe… something tel

Aribeth's MemoirI was loved once,
The Lord held me at his right hand,
My god loved me,
I had one whom was in love with me,
His name was Fenthick,
I remember him,
I saw him hang for treachery,
And that led my hand,
I turned from the lord,
I renounced my God,
I didn't cry, why would I waste my tears,
There is no love in my heart any more,
For I am Lady Aribeth De Tylmarande,
The Traitor of Neverwinter,

A Father's Trickery, Part TwoA single silver eye locked onto a pair of red, spite, hatred and malice were made incarnate in that single eye. A hatred so pure that it left the red-eyed priestess of Eilistraee cowed, even despite the fact that the prisoner lay in chains and stripped of spells.

"What do you want priestess?" Asked the prisoner hatefully, sweat rolling down his bare torso and face. His shoulder length hair fell around his head in dirty, sweat soaked tendrils of white hair the same color as the white breeches provided for him, his only clothing. Clamped around each wrist was a manacle that was connected to the wall by a strong chain.

The priestess wore light

Am'saag Clan DescriptionClan: Am'saag (pronounced Ahm-sawg)
Illharess/De'vess: Laeg'ath
Homeland: Northern mist sea region

History:
The Am'saag are derived from a dark elven ethnic group that lived in the kingdom of Gimri, a nation located to the north-west of the Sharen Empire. It is rightly said that warfare is the only way of life the Gimri and their descendants know, and their history bears the observation out. The Gimri were descended from a barbarous race known to history as the Tuatha Ces'sair, raiders from the sea who fled their drowned island kingdoms of Kim'bri and Mhu Thuul in the west to settle on the coasts of what would later become known as Gimri

BecomingA whip's slashing sound penetrated the thick silence in the dungeon of the Sorcere, the drow academy of wizardry...
The exhausted dark elf gulped, trying to hold himself together as he experienced the searing pain on his back.
"What is it going to be now, eh? You know very well everyone else passed the test two weeks ago. Either that or they left for the Melee Magthere to become mere warriors..."
The voice came from the back of the large, gloomy room. The crimson-coloured imp familiar snickered as it playfully flew around the Master's shoulders, the archmage and head tutor of the Sorcere.
"Ardul of the House Alaundril and a few others made it over a month ago..."
The younger drow thought of responding, but as he was recovering from the shock of the last hit, the Master interrupted him:
"But I bet you already knew that, didn't you? I would assume so since you are doing his sister every week!"
The surprised initiat

Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction: 4~~()~~
In the passages of the dark crept an hunter. Unseen, and unheard, he whisked from one shadowy precipice to another. A scout of the Charnaggen's school of fighters. Dark elves were as at home here as on a well lit savannah and could see enemies just as well. He used mirroring light signals to alert the host gathered in the near tunnels as to what was approaching. "Many warriors, orcs.." Was the message he relayed, in the intricate signaling art of the drow. The captain told him to hold his place, and begin the attack as the fighters patrol moved in slowly for the sudden foray they would unleash. When the line of orcs drew in and clopped past him in a grunting march. He threw out a shadow to blind the last one and stuck his scimitar in his chest so swiftly, he didn't even yelp, as it tore threw his spine on the other side! He then loped at the neck of the next one from behind him, and again no warning was sounded, only an odd plop as the head hit the floor. The third stroke brough

Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction: 3Been a while since my last post so I decided to add more on the story, hope the wait wasn't too long, and no, this isn't all there is. I have a nearly full novel to post. I'm just surprised the publishing houses haven't beat my door's in with offers yet.

Maybe a bit more on the story is all that's needed?
Have a gander!
later!
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Rathal, rode hard on his Sembian speckled mare, the hounds and riders of Melvaunt's militia cavalry hot on his heels! Arrows whipped by his head! His legend was known far and wide and even the very powerful in the human burgs feared his name! He was seen leaving a local bigman's estate, and shortly after the guards sounded of murder! And true he had slain the wretch! For the very powerful in Thar are known the world over to often be the very iniquitous! He was a Daggerdale assassin, once born of an elf mother in an obscure farming village in Harro

Blood Under StarlightFaerun, Toril

The night was still. There was no omen or warning in this night, nothing that might hint at the coming threat.

The drow had come to the surface.

At the edge of the forest, the raiding party had gathered, waiting for the return of their scout, sent ahead to check the area. Some of the raiders prodded the trunks of the trees in wariness or disgust. Some twitched at every little sound; the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the flight of a night-bird overhead, all seemed strange and threatening.

Some, on the other hand, were staring up at the sky, looking at the stars. They'd been taught that the distant pinpricks of light served

A ritual of SpidersDark, slender silhouettes...
Blurry, soft movements in the shadowy, narrow streets...

The silence echoed throughout the City of Spiders, where drow slept, in their nightmares

filled with light. The few magical lights dancing over the city's buildings were already

scarce.

The female entered the unholy temple of black obsidian. Her walk as elegant and strong

as her pose. Terrifying chants and arcane words of forgotten languages were spoken,

words that haunted the dreams of the sun-dwellers for centuries...

As the arch-priestess entered, removing her hood, the chanting gained in both pace and

volume, as if infected through her charismat

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A Drow In Colours

by ~RilwenShadowflame, Sep 11, 2012, 11:52:00 PM
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Seaspray and silver
Moonlight and snow
Long shining locks
Ripple and flow.

Onyx and midnight
Shadow and jet
Dark lips are smiling
Subtly in threat.

Coral and rubies
Blood and the rose
Eyes full of secrets
Only he knows.

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Felt like posting this - a poem dedicated to what might be considered a 'classic' drow appearance - white hair, black skin, red eyes.
For drow one would normally use 'she', not 'he' as the default pronoun, I think, but I was thinking of particular drow of mine when I wrote it and they happen to be male.

Also some of the comparisons it might not be ones drow would make, not being frequently exposed to the objects in question, but it's my poem, not theirs. They're just the subject.

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~maryjane7810 Sep 20, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

cool

love it

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~RilwenShadowflame Oct 1, 2012

Thank you!

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~BatPhace Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I think the use of a male totally brings it to a new level

Well done

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~RilwenShadowflame Sep 17, 2012

Thanks!

I think all drow have their secrets - the male ones just have to keep their mouths shut more about theirs.

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~BatPhace Sep 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Or risk getting their mouths shut for good

I think you're totally right. that's one reason I've always liked the drow so much

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~LadySerraphym Sep 16, 2012

Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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~RilwenShadowflame Sep 17, 2012

And thank you, also.

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~Zireael07 Sep 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is awesome!

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~RilwenShadowflame Sep 17, 2012

Thank you.

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