I was born into the lap of luxury my family owned a great deal of land
and used for farming and herding cattle. Although we provided all the
food for our village, the commoners became very jealous as our family was
chosen to join the nobility of the area due to our increasing wealth. My
mother and father were quite anxious to join the blue bloods to secure their
future and our future as well. My brother married the daughter of Lord and
I was to be married off to an elderly Duke. My family convinced me that this
was a necessary sacrifice to secure our future. I agreed, and was wed to an
aging, disgusting wretch of a man. This man desired a son and three times I
was pregnant and all three times I gave him beautiful strong girls. In his
rage he beat me and cast me among his many mistresses. I felt ashamed as I
was now seen no better than a village whore. My family distanced themselves
from me and the embarrassment I had caused. One fateful night I crept to
the kitchen for a midnight snack and I heard chanting and a low rumbling
moaning. I ventured down to the dungeon area and saw a sadistic ritual
occurring with my three daughters tied to a table. Before I could gasp in
terror my husband plunged a reaping blade into their body spilling their
guts on the stone floor. I flew into a rage my mind went blank when I
realized what I had done, the reaping blade was in my hands and his head lay
at my feet. Within the shadows an old woman helping him perform the ritual
signaled me to follow her as his guards came running down the stairs. With
no other recourse I followed her into the night. I began to cry and she
wrote on a piece of paper that she could make all my pain disappear. I
looked up at her and she was horribly mutilated, her mouth was sown shut, an
eye missing and terribly skinny. I told her I just want this pain out of my
body. She removed potions and elixirs from her robe and threw them onto an
open fire. She grabbed my arm and cut me to draw blood spilling it on the
fire. The fire turned a bright green and burned low I could feel something
exiting my body. I could see a dark grey figure exiting my chest and into
the fire. From the old woman the same was occurring. I closed my eyes and
when I awoke the old woman was gone. I felt a strange power within me and
an ethereal shroud surrounded my body. The pain of my family had
disappeared, but a new evil feeling began to take over me.
Description:
There is a woman standing before you, she is a thin drow. Her face is extremely flat, flat as the calm sea. Her eyes are quite narrow and forever focused. She stands at almost six feet in height with dark maroon skin. Her features are flawless, her eyes are a deep green which is unusual for her kind. Her hair is jet black, shoulder length and flows in the wind. There is a sinister grin on her face, revealing perfect teeth, all white in color. Her toe nails and finger nails are painted black only at the tip, leaving the rest of her nails clear. Around her neck is a tiny whip dripping with blood with decaying flesh at the tip.
