Description
A thin variegated cloak trails behind, leaving a path of wispy
tendrils of blood. Pale skin, stretched and refined together like
a statue into a semblance of grace of nobility, is otherwise tarnished
with splatters of dried blood. Blood red eyes peer out of dark rimmed
sockets, always trailing back and forth in an act of insanity. Lightly
glowing pupils shine a pale visage of carnage amidst the shadows that
encompass this creature. Even this visage is overwhelmed by the sheer
cruelty and loathsome appearance explicated by carefully rinsed dark
red teeth. Trailing down the taut muscular neck is a pendant of a
living spider, writhing in pain and agony at the blasphemer within
its presence. Spikes erupt from where his shoulders should be, weaving
a dessecration of putrid liquid that is undoubtly the remains of his
victims. Dark moonlit armor glows a faint white steam, caressing this
figure with the hands of indecency and insanity. Hands clasped and
bathed with blood constantly grasp and reach for...nothing...almost
through the very fabrics of reality. A low murmur, a faint whisper
carried along the wind resonates the air around him, surrounding
his very existance in a shroud of mystery.
Role
The Night of the Spider Consort
Added Sat Aug 12 13:54:44 2006 at level 10:
Chaos swirls within existance, bringing uncertainty to those that
thrive off living. In its infinite amusement, existance often
introduces a seed within a life and watches it bloom. The different
paths that Fate and Destiny dictates intertwine with this seed,
blooming a tree of misfortune and carnage.
Such is the case of Mordlaii Dn'Llaith's life. Conceived to the
third house of a dark-elven city still instilled with the main
purpose of caring for Lloth's sacred temple, his interaction with
others was limited. Rather, an unholy zeal swept through his life,
and a purpose carved into his mind. Assigned to be the next high
priest to Lloth, his world was shattered with the coming of the
'rebels,' those blasphemers who existed outside of Lloth's sacred
teachings. The return of Lloth was foiled. However, the powers of
the Demon Spider Goddess could not be so easily quenched, and the
ambitions instilled in her followers could not so easily be revoked.
Threatened by annihilation, the unholy zeal of her followers rose to
a new level, and the blood priests of Lloth was born. For one who
knew nothing but the worship of Lloth, the blood frenzy took over
his existance. Ignorant of his wounds and his fatality, he purposely
and methodically killed everyone around him, driven by a bloodthirst
that could only be summoned by the Demon Queen herself. The Night
of the Spider Consort was born.
No one accurately spoke of what brought about this massacre. The
stories were changed with every telling, often changing the single
dark elf to a mighty demon, a cunning assassin, a suicidal beast,
and so on. Rumors speak of a stranger change within this beast, a
lone traveler searching for something. Driven by insanity and a
haunting apparition, Mordlaii has risen through the depth of the
Underdark, bringing forth a quest. The single word that can best
describe it is "Mother."
Lloth, the Demon Mother
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Mother is a term given by those who are taken care of to their
parental figure. Not necessarily biological, but rather a
nurturing feeling, a strivance for the ultimate guardian.
Mordlaii's use of mother reflects from this perspective and
gathers itself through the persona of his lessons. Consumed only
by a religious worship and fervor zealot to his mistress, his
fervor only increased after the Night of the Spider Consort. The
Demon Goddess Lloth has long been since absence, although tiny
residuals of her impressions were left lasting within the minds
of her followers. Only the impression of perfection and complete
devotion exists in Mordlaii's mind, and to that end, he wishes
to finally bask in the presence of his 'mother.' Like any other
ancient gods of the past, a blood sacrifice shows the truth of
one's devotion, especially for a once Goddess of Chaos. Rifting
through corpses, he seeks to uncover the depth to that which
will allow his 'mother' to show her presence once again.
Amidst these showings of insanity, a semblance of reality exists
in the haunting aura that shrouds him. Often times, those near
him speak of hearing beautiful words that carress the mind and
leave no doubt that a presence speaks to him. The truth of who
that presence is will reveal itself with time as will the power
that he seeks to free his 'mother' from her shadowy exile.
Rumors speculate that the one who sees in the past and
manipulates the Darkness holds the key.