Description
Shadows cling to the lithe form of this regal looking dark elf. He is garbed
in flowing black robes, embroidered with silver hornets along the sleeves.
An assortment of battlemail can be seen underneath the robes, and he bares
several instruments of torture on his waist. His skin is ghostly, near
translucent, giving him the look of a porcelain vampire. His eyes are a
piercing shade of green which sparkle as they reflect the light. His hair is
silver, kept long, and hangs from the sides of his cowled hood.An aura of
unholy power emanates from him chilling his surroundings with the touch of
the grave. A priest of darkness, he is a devout of the Lord of Death.
Role
THE BIRTHING
Added Thu Mar 9 08:58:40 2006 at level 1:
THE BIRTHING
A primordial scream echoed through the summoning chamber. The thousands of
blood candles lining the round room burst into blue flames as a black vortex
began to form in the center. The priestess continued to chant as they moved
from the alcoves, coming together at the center of the room. Upon the black
iron slab, the matron mother moaned, and pushed against the birthing
restraints. A folded bloody cloth was clenched in her teeth and her eyes
blazed with an intense fury. Her stomach, enormously enlarged with the final
stages of pregnancy rippled under the force of the magic being channeled into
her body. Tiny gouts of blood sprayed from between her legs as the magic
began to pull the abomination from her womb. From within the vortex of
darkness sets of feral eyes studied the procedure. A hissing, crackling
whisper spread outwards from the shadow vortex as the beings conversed with
each other as they watched.
The matron mother began to shake as the creature began to pull itself from
her birthing canal. A black hound-like creature, covered in tiny serpentine
scales, pulled itself onto the iron slab. Covered in the bloody gore of its
birthing, it reeked of brimstone and death. The beasts face scanned the
chamber and turned its black muzzle towards the writhing matron. It gulped
down chunks of the afterbirth, its efforts pulling the umbilical cord from
the prone drow. From within the shadow vortex, the hissing intensified. The
beast turned its head quickly, sending a spray of blood across the chamber.
It brayed a hellish mule sound toward the vortex as it began to rise from the
table. The braying sounds intensified as the creature began to cloak itself
in shadows. The candles began to go out one by one, as they creature
composed itself on the table.
The priestess rushed to the side of the prone matron mother. Her eyes were
rolled back in her head, and the lifeblood continue to pour from her ravaged
womb. The elder daughter approached the creature and held out her hand for
inspection.
As the last of the candles snuffed out. The creature bit off the hand of the
elder daughter. As it turned its hunger and fury upon the drow, the shadow
walkers in the rift began to hiss in a manner that could only be described as
laughter. The screams of the drow soon drowned out the laughter of the
Cculgra.
LIFE FROM THE DEAD
Added Thu Mar 9 09:02:06 2006 at level 1:
LIFE FROM THE DEAD
A bubble of blood popped from the torn viscera of the drow matron mother.
The room was empty of life, and the scattered remains of the priestesslay
scattered about the chamber. All warmth had left the bodies, and the blood
was a coagulated mess upon the floor and walls.
A second bubble of air worked itself to the surface of the stomach. The
bloody mess which was once her womb began to move slightly as bubbles of
blood dripped onto the floor. A tiny white head of a drow infant stretched
out of the blood and gasped for air. The drow infant stared upwards as it
gulped breath after breath. It did not cry. It lay patiently in the
darkness, staring upwards at the chamber ceiling.
Hours later, the chamber doors were opened by the guards. The weaponmaster
and elite guards strode into the chamber. Seeing the destruction and bodies
of their leaders caused them distress. The weaponmaster surveyed the room
slowly, nodded at the infant. 'Take him from this mess,' he whispered as he
walked from the room. 'We are in for some challenging times.'
TRAINING AND ASCENSION
Added Thu Mar 9 09:03:56 2006 at level 1:
TRAINING
The snake headed whip snapped out and wrapped around the acolytes neck. The
high priestess grinned as she pulled the prone youth toward her reach. The
other acolytes grinned to themselves as they watched punishment being
extracted upon their fellow student. The distraught young female clutched at
her throat as she struggled with the vicious whip.
Thmauddhot pulled his cowl over his head and watched the proceedings from the
side. He nodded slightly as the high priestess tore the heart out of the
youths chest. He approved of culling the incompetent from the class of
priestess. He was denied partipation in the Devine school due to his
gender. And for that he resented females. He was working in the temple as
little more than a slave after the downfall of his family. He reached for a
small basin of water and rushed over to clean the ground where the female had
been slain. The priestess kicked the body into a deep pit as he worked on
the stains.
The other priestess laughed in his direction as they followed the high
priestess from the chamber. Thmauddhot growled to himself as he scrubbed at
the stains. Looking down at the tiles, he grimaced to himself and a small
pool of water began to form. He quickly used the water to clean the mess,
before sweeping the bloody water over the side.
content being a mere slave to the priestess he was secretly learning
the prayers of their worship.
OVERVIEW
Thmauddhot Blofre Asp was the infant that survived the downfall of his
mother and sisters. Matron Blofre Asp was tricked by the Cculgra into
becoming a vessel for a shadow demon. During the process of conception,
Thmauddhot was conceived as well, unbeknownst to all involved. Thmauddhot is
full of hate. He feels he should have been born into greatness and lead his
people in the Underdark. He is cursed to be born from a dead mother and
lacking a family. Seeing no future for himself in the drow society, he is
heading to the surface world to make his way. He sees the time of ages as
close at hand. He reveres the shadows and wishes to see the Age of Man come
to end. He is a deceiver of those he meets. He is a user of those he
travels with. He would be content to see all life come to an end. His
deity is Khasotholas, The Devine Voice of Order. A cycle of Death must start
somewhere, and Thmauddhot plans to manipulate those around him to this end.
ORDER CAN BRING DEATH
Added Mon Mar 13 09:22:43 2006 at level 18:
Wild shouts and hollars broke out over the silence of the sleeping city.
Clashes of steel and screams of the wounded echoed through the streets as
Thmauddhot leaped out of his bedchamber. Glancing out of a small window, he
winced as he saw the flames roll along the streets, consuming everything
flamable in their path.Donning his ceremonial robes, he slipped into the
surrounding chaos with a malevolent grin on his face.
Out on the street, the chaos intensified as groups of Galadon guards fought
back agaisnt the fires. Darting in and out of the guards could be see small
groups of wildmen, raiders from the Outlands. The guards encircled and slew
many of the attackers, and the streets soon ran red with blood.Thmauddhot
savored the death in the air as he whispers prayers of devotion to his lord.
Keeping his distance from the dangers, he watched as one after another of the
wildmen died to the fury of the guards.
Slowly, semblance of normality returned to the town. The wounded dragged the
bodies of the enemies out of the town gates, and thrust them upon pyres of
flame. Thmauddhot returned to his chambers, with a new goal in his life.
What better way to bring death to the maggots of the land, but in a position
of control and protection. He could please his lords commitment to Order
and at the same time, mete out death to the weak willed of Thera. As the
moonlight beamed down on the city, he looked over at the Spire of the
Tribunal and grinned evilly. 'Interesting times are ahead,' he whispered to
himself.