Description
A feeling of great malice takes control of you as your eyes
gaze upon the visage of a young drow. Draped in a cape of
the finest silk hued in the deepest of crimson, a dark and
vain elegance exudes from his majestic posture. Eyes like a
violet fire pulse almost violently giving brief moments of
illumination to an otherwise shadowed face. Ebon skin with the
tint of blue stretches firmly over a strong jawline and high
cheek-bones leading up to pointed ears. White hair braided
in large knots frames his face as it falls to his shoulders.
Iron manacles detailed with webs of silver and spiders in
gold clasp to his wrists in mockery of the Spider Goddess.
Pitch-black trousers hanging loosely from his hips are tied
firmly at the ankles and held up by a thin belt of gold. As
you restore control to your nerves, the symbol of the Imperial
Codex flares against the crimson cape that seems to flow
constant in all forms of climate.
Role
Drow, The Chaotic Race of Destruction:
Added Wed Oct 18 03:38:18 2006 at level 1:
The creation of the drow race is a morbid and frightening tale.
As elves they stood high and mighty before the armies of the dark
powers, now they are a society bent on the destruction of all things,
even there own race. How could such pure creatures be altered to
become abominations? That is only known to the High One who her
followers mortally called, Lloth. Scholars believed at first that
these drow were a mere phase of the High One and that they would
perish when She was finished with them. Little did they know the
masses that would become great societies in the vastness of the
Underdark. Nor the tormentous habits that would emerge with time.
Some believe the darkness within the drow culture became so great
that Lloth, disgusted with what she had created, abandoned them
to there own ends. Others believe She pulls strings with the
powerful to fullfil her own desires.
Created to display random acts of violence and wage wars based
solely on malicious aggression, these subterranian elves were
forced through extensive evolution. The primary form of evolution
took place as a system of dominion, a state of political control.
Though the highest seat in this CASTE environment is the position
of Matron Mother, leadership of the society has been left to the
High Priestess and her War Master. The CASTE society dictates that
all spawn shall follow in the steps of there House. Were you a
blacksmithes spawn, you will become a blacksmith, A patrollers
spawn, you will become a patroller. And so is the same for every
House in the Underdark, with one exception. In no way is a male
to contact a higher entity. All males born with the ability to
commune a god are to be destroyed.
Nezlintryzn Do'Lyzrazith, Abomination and Betrayer:
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"FIND HIM. BRING HIM BEFORE ME!" hissed the voice of the Spider
Goddess as it echoed through the streets of Teth Azeleth. Utter
chaos ensued as House by House was torn apart and searched by
patroller and Priestess alike. "SHOULD YOU FAIL ME, YOU WILL ALL
SUFFER" the voice continued, this time reaching throughout the
tunnels of the UnderDark. At last they came to House Do'Lyzrazith,
a House of metalworkers. "He is not here" shouted a patroller. His
accompanying Priestess responded, "Bring them all to Her altar.
We will spill all of there blood in Her name."
Nezlintryzn ran through the dark tunnels of the UnderDark with
one destination on his mind. The surface. Salvation lay outside
of these tunnels. Ahead the light of the sun shone brilliantly,
fighting back the infinate darkness of the UnderDark. As he
approached, what would be freedom, two spears crossed in front
of him baring his way. In desperation, a faint and white aura came
into existance bathing him in a form of divine protection. But as
he tried to force his way through, the aura winked out and he was
taken.
Nezlintryzn opened his eyes to see the remaining members of his
House tied hand to hand in a large circle around the Alter of
Lloth, facing outward. One by one there throats were slit and
heads held up so the flow of blood did not stop until the body
was completely drained. One by one the House of Do'Lyzrazith came
closer to its end. As the last victim of the circle fell to his
feet, the Altar of Lloth softened to flesh and carapace. "WELL MY
CHILD, YOUR AMBITIONS HAVE NOT ONLY ENDED YOUR LIFE, BUT THE WHOLE
OF HOUSE DO'LYZRAZITH. SPEAK YOUR LAST WORDS, FOOL." The voice of
Lloth echoed through his mind. He stood in his restraints, glaring
up at the Spider Goddess, challenging and defiant. Unable to move
his head, he screamed in agony as pieces of his flesh lifted from
his body and dissolved. As quickly as it had begun, the pain and
dissipation of his body ended. Lloth's echoing voice was purged
from his mind and replaced by the calm and soothing voice of a
man. "You are in my hands now, Priest. When you awaken, you will
be on the surface and free from this Bitches grasp." The soothing
voice ended and Nezlintryzn fell into a peaceful sleep.
A black aura began to swirl around the unconscious form of the drow
priest and through him, a man in a large cape stepped into existance.
As he became fully emerged, his body grew until his level stare met
Lloth's burning, ruby eyes. A smile broke his lips as he hefted a
ankh baring the symbol of the Imperial Codex between them. "It is
my suggestion that you return to your resting place, Bitch. The drow
priest belongs to me. He has since birth. And I have come to collect
him" he spoke in moderation. "HIS BLOOD IS MINE, CUR!" she hissed.
"I WILL DISCINTIGRATE HIS FLESH, PIECE BY PIECE." His smile grew to
an outright grin as a wave of his hand sent the sleeping Nezlintryzn
to an empty basin on the surface. "CUR!" her voice echoed through
the entire of the UnderDark as she tossed a web full of black widow
spiders. A laugh resenated through the city of Teth Azeleth as the
black aura surrounded the man and he was no more. Left at the feet
of Lloth's altar, the drow High Priestess lay naked and dead with an
inscript
The First Disciple of the Imperial Codex:
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At the edge of the basin the man stepped into existance and gazed
down upon the drow priest. Contemplating the turn of events he took
the ankh from his waist coat and held it over his new disciple. His
first disciple. With a few soft whispers the fragile and ruined body
of drow mended to perfection. "Awaken" he whispered.
Rubbing his eyes, Nezlintryzn opened them and was nearly blinded by
the sun. Taking a few moments to adjust, he quickly got to his feet.
"How have I come here? How am I not dead? Who was that man?" Words
raced from his mouth in confusion until his blurred vision made out
the form of a man. Much taller then he with pitch-black hair that
flowed to his shoulders. A crimson cape floated in the windless air
baring an unknown symbol seemed connected at his throat, yet with no
attachment. Little else could be made of him except that he was not
solid. The air about him reverberated as parts of the figure faded
in and out of existance. Half shielding his eyes from the sun he
whispered, "Who are you?" The man gazed down at him with eyes dark
as the abyss and responded "I have many thousands of names, or I
could be many thousands of entities formed into one. That is not what
is important at this time. It is time to cleanse you of that whore
and bind your soul to me." Using the ankh, the man gestured toward
the ground and Nezlintryzn fell to his knees. Returning the ankh to
his waist coat, the cape surrounding him vanished. Raising a hand up
toward the heavens the light began to fail until all was dark and only
he and the man existed. "It would seem salvation comes to you in the
way of three" the man began. "I healed your ruined body, now I will
purge the chaos of your race from your heart." Nezlintryzn arched his
head toward the sky as an ethereal hand plunged into his chest. Wave
after wave of undefinable emotion jolted his body followed by the
emense feeling of nothingness, when it finally freed itself. "What you
feel in your heart is what you will cherish above all things."
The man looked down at his Priest and smiled as the drow regained his
kneeling stance. What had transpired was the harshest of Salvations.
The conversion of the chaotic into a Disciple of Order. To alter ones
path of existance was the worst of offenses. Yet it was a nessessary
offense with this one. He looked once again down at his young and
unlearned disciple.
"It is now time for your third Salvation. The knowledge and understanding
of what you will now be apart of." Nezlintryzn looked up as the ethereal
hand submerged through his skull and began to massage his mind. The waves
of convulsion came slower this time. He could feel his eyes rolling into
the back of his head as the knowledge of the ages entered his feeble mind.
Visions of great Emperors and controllers of Thera rushed by, followed by
the faces of Lords both past and present. As the massaging ended and the
hand lifted from his skull, he could feel thousands of years of knowledge
sorting itself in his mind. His eyes returned to normal and he looked upon
the man before him in a new light. "You are the consequence of the infamous
bloodoath. An entity formed of the souls who swore allegiance to the mighty
Empire." The man looked down upon the drow priest and smiled. A glint in
his ey
Imperial High Priest:
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"My heart, my soul, my life for the Empire'. These words echoed through the
Imperial Lands as they left the mouth of Nezlintryzn Do'Lyzrazith. Gazing
down at the Emperor, he could feel yet another binding to his Master as the
Oath of Salvation took hold. With a violent flaring of violet eyes he took
his first step toward the Conquest he sought, as a Bloodoathed of the Empire.
With the first step taken, Nezlintryzn entered the Palace and gazed toward
the Imperial Codex. Soft whispers left his mouth as he began to pray. "Master.
Embrace me with your mighty presense. Bless your Disciple with the strength
and wisdom that is the Imperial Codex'. The air around him resenated and the
voice of his Master whispered into his mind. "You have pleased me my Disciple.
You have taken your first steps toward Conquest and the Prophecy has been set
in motion". A coldness washed through Nezlintryzn as the wisdom of his Master
took hold of his enlightened mind. He could feel his spiritual strength surge
as wave after wave of, what could only be described as some form of energy,
pulsed through his fragile form. The violent surge ended and Nezlintryzn was
forced to catch himself before he fell to the ground. Fatigue replaced the
pulsing waves but he regathered his elegant stance. "Are you not curious of
why I chose you? Of what use you will serve?" the voice continued to ravage
his mind. "It is not my place to ask questions. It is to serve and obay, my
Master" he responded. "A pleased feeling entered Nezlintryzn. "Continue what
you have started. Take the seat of the High Priest. You will receive nothing
from me until this is done". The voice faded and Nezlintryzn was left alone.
It did not take long. With the strength and wisdom given to him by his Master,
Nezlintryzn Do'Lyzrazith took his place as Imperial High Priest. It had not
been long since he last spoke with his Master. But to him, it would seem as an
eternity. Curiosity quaked in his blood and soul at what he had been chosen for.
Yes, he would be the end of Teth-Azeleth in the times to come. But what prophecy
did his Master speak of. He would bring the Salvation of Order to the masses and
reign them under his Dominion. But were his ambitions and the plans set before
him by his Master alike? He could only wait and accept what his Master gave.