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Prayers of dominion;My thoughts cannot be concealed from you, great Weaver of Destiny, nor would I dare to try. You know it to be true; I shall offer no cause for you to doubt my loyalty. My envenomed blood trickles from my veins, my pain drawn out to receive your favour and the anguish of our enemies to delight you. My work continues under your name as it always will for as long as you deem my life worthy to persist. I now ask for further trials, to demonstrate the strength of my convictions and my power. Expanding your glistening dark web ever so gradually, deliberately, pledging the victories to you is my most resolute desire.
I prayed that the sacrifice of the moon darthiir found you pleasure, Dark Mother. It would have saddened the moon-bitch Mystic Seer Sehanine to see her precious child’s heart torn free. The elf’s struggles and cries upon the altar brought amusement to your children too, a reminder that they might share her fate should they fail to uphold your demands. I would see to it, should you command it. I am renewed that you saw fit to demonstrate your presence at that time, and again as you saw fit a second time after the gift of pain and pleasure my hissing-elf slave offered. But I am weak; I hesitated. I was beholden with fear when your power slipped into my flesh and now tests my will. But I do not regret nor becloud my mind. More ceremonies to you will be enacted. Ulu sila dosst elg'cahl wund l'ul'peyr d'l'yor'in.
Under Her watchful gaze;Kin, Nathrae of House Jhalavar
This one reflects Lolth’s sweet and vicious cruelty and chaos, perhaps even mindlessly so. Yet she can be tempered by my honeyed words and placated by the gifts I bestow upon her to retain her compliance to me. I however admit it not to be weakness, for all of us are so easily swayed by the desire to fulfil our various appetites. Her efforts as my handmaiden are at times respectable and one of the first to understand the new ‘rules’ of this World Above, though her pursuit to intoxicate her blood with the foul swill crafted by rivvil and wander off for days or weeks at a time make her unreliable at best. A shame.
Distant kin, Xen’varra
I have been given an opportunity to follow a vast silk thread, stretching to some distant surface land where Xen’varra claims to dwell. It is an intriguing thought to recognize this one’s experiences under the hidden aliases and visages Lolth might use, for She weaves illusions and deceptions upon Her great web. But there are many questions still to be answered as part of my Trial and my role as Yathrin; for why our Queen of Spiders encompasses the land itself, and why She has not demanded the same ruthless infighting and compliance of the ‘Sulatar’? Their old foes, giants, magic. It must have a part to play. I will keep my attention upon this one - perhaps out of curiosity in the newfound trust she places in me, or what deceit she has cultivated.
Half-breed Vestylaeth’Llar
The only thing this half-breed rivvil-dhaerow mix has for him is that he understands his place and serves with obedience and without question. The creature would bring shame to any other house owning him in our grand cities, but here I am, here we are. Putting up with it. I may as well find more use out of him before eventually expending him in some minor agenda or rite. Still, I cannot afford to toss him away unless better options become available. Is he worth the investment, I wonder?
Sky-elf Mimne
Another of Sehanine’s children. Insolence and disrespect earned the great Mother of Lusts’ symbol carved on her pale flesh so easily and her cries were like music; a sweet sound. She understood her place for a time but ultimately, even after the mercy I demonstrated, the fool could not learn from her experiences. She gave her heart upon the altar and brought our new house and collective great favour. It is unfortunate that I did not have her strung up on a wall earlier.
Hissing-elf Qillathe
How eager to please this gentle darthiir-sithican creature is. Once without reason to live and purpose to fulfil, simple it was to demonstrate the beauty that is Lolth and the superiority of her children. And from it, an unquenchable yearning swollen in her mind and flesh to serve in any and all of my requests; there is no lash, no cut, no poison convulsion she would refuse if given only a hope to my pleasure. Reflected through my own grand ambitions does her own whispers ask for the Flesh Carver’s attention, and admittedly shows some promise. She will receive it if she survives the envenoming of her blood. Either way, it will be amusing to witness.
Sakphul Sorry
A halfling of all stunted creatures has volunteered herself as some sort of associate to Nathrae, following in her shadowed footsteps. I do not quite understand why none of us have bothered to enslave this one. It is truly a mystery. Regardless, she has her use particularly in raiding rivvil hovels to click locks, pluck traps, slash hamstrings – if I might on the best evenings tolerate the unnecessary riddles in her words. This one’s agenda is yet to be completely understood despite several tests to feign openings for my assassination – no action was taken yet I remain unconvinced, for she will likely to slip a dagger between my ribs should it suit her agenda. Whether I strike first will depend on if she delivers the corruption of the darthiir, The First’s ‘favoured’.
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