Post by tirilith on Jun 14, 2009 23:37:08 GMT
Part 1:
Deep within the confines of Menzoberranzan, Matron Tirilith of house Neber'de'eth 14th House of Menzoberranzan sat in a brooding ecstasy, her time of triumph was finally at hand. For 250 long years, she had plotted and schemed and climbed up the ladder of houses within Menzoberrazan. And, on this night, she was doing something seemingly unprecedented: Attacking six houses at once to gain a spot on the ruling council. It might seem attainable, for a mightier house, such as Banrae, but a lower house could never even hope to accomplish something of this magnitude, minus House Neber’de’eth.
Matron Tirilith had subjugated eight houses under her command, giving her an army of 3,500, along with 13 high priestesses, 6 regular priestesses, and 12 wizards, including the reigning archmage, the pride of House Neber’de’eth, Diond Neber’de’eth. With this force, Tirilith could have toppled House Banrae, and their 3,700 year reign as the top house in Menzoberranzan. But, that is not was she had in mind, what she had in mind was being a part of the top eight, and being content in the chaos afterwards.
“Insolent swine, how dare you come before me on this night, and tell me of his blasphemy?!” Tirilith screamed.
“Mother, I only do what I must, I have heard rumors of you being out of the favor of Lloth,” Diond replied with a cool face.
“No matter, we attack as planned.” At this Diond turned and walked away, disappointed by the turn of events, he had hoped to thwart his mother, and in doing so, stop the slaughter of over 2,000 drow. No matter how badly he hated his race, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting creatures, which made his existence that much more unbearable.
The Next day:
“Matron Tirilith, you are accused of treachery, you and your house will now be obliterated.” Matron Banrae screamed.
The attack had gone off well, until House Neber’de’eth reached House Cotfan’niyl, they were reinforced with members of the mercenary band Bregan Daerth, and repelled their attackers, and laid down the law on House Tirilith. All except for one, Diond Neber’de’eth, the archmage of Menzoberranzan, escaped, using a dimensional warp to the surface world, where he spent the majority of his time. On the surface, he had a wife, a surface-elf, and a child, a girl named Tirilith Neber’de’eth. If Diond’s wife knew her child’s namesake, I doubt she would have allowed it but, Diond never told his wife anything about his family.
Ten years later:
“Tirilith!” Diond called for his daughter.
“Yes, father, what is it?” Tirilith came out with her pure white eyes, and her dark, coal skin, and her long red hair.
“We are leaving, on a long trip, gather your things.”
On arrival to their destination, Tirilith understood what they were doing. They were running, running from some evil that only her father knew.
I'm writing more, and I'll post it if you enjoy reading this.
Deep within the confines of Menzoberranzan, Matron Tirilith of house Neber'de'eth 14th House of Menzoberranzan sat in a brooding ecstasy, her time of triumph was finally at hand. For 250 long years, she had plotted and schemed and climbed up the ladder of houses within Menzoberrazan. And, on this night, she was doing something seemingly unprecedented: Attacking six houses at once to gain a spot on the ruling council. It might seem attainable, for a mightier house, such as Banrae, but a lower house could never even hope to accomplish something of this magnitude, minus House Neber’de’eth.
Matron Tirilith had subjugated eight houses under her command, giving her an army of 3,500, along with 13 high priestesses, 6 regular priestesses, and 12 wizards, including the reigning archmage, the pride of House Neber’de’eth, Diond Neber’de’eth. With this force, Tirilith could have toppled House Banrae, and their 3,700 year reign as the top house in Menzoberranzan. But, that is not was she had in mind, what she had in mind was being a part of the top eight, and being content in the chaos afterwards.
“Insolent swine, how dare you come before me on this night, and tell me of his blasphemy?!” Tirilith screamed.
“Mother, I only do what I must, I have heard rumors of you being out of the favor of Lloth,” Diond replied with a cool face.
“No matter, we attack as planned.” At this Diond turned and walked away, disappointed by the turn of events, he had hoped to thwart his mother, and in doing so, stop the slaughter of over 2,000 drow. No matter how badly he hated his race, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting creatures, which made his existence that much more unbearable.
The Next day:
“Matron Tirilith, you are accused of treachery, you and your house will now be obliterated.” Matron Banrae screamed.
The attack had gone off well, until House Neber’de’eth reached House Cotfan’niyl, they were reinforced with members of the mercenary band Bregan Daerth, and repelled their attackers, and laid down the law on House Tirilith. All except for one, Diond Neber’de’eth, the archmage of Menzoberranzan, escaped, using a dimensional warp to the surface world, where he spent the majority of his time. On the surface, he had a wife, a surface-elf, and a child, a girl named Tirilith Neber’de’eth. If Diond’s wife knew her child’s namesake, I doubt she would have allowed it but, Diond never told his wife anything about his family.
Ten years later:
“Tirilith!” Diond called for his daughter.
“Yes, father, what is it?” Tirilith came out with her pure white eyes, and her dark, coal skin, and her long red hair.
“We are leaving, on a long trip, gather your things.”
On arrival to their destination, Tirilith understood what they were doing. They were running, running from some evil that only her father knew.
I'm writing more, and I'll post it if you enjoy reading this.