Mirozah was born within one of the wealthiest houses of Underdark. Her
mother, a well respected and regarded prophet, would often tell the fortunes
and futures of the houses of Underdark. This was not always done for the
fare of gems or riches, but the hefty price of influence among the houses.
Her mother used deception, subterfuge, and a clever mind to slowly,
silently, and without detection, create a sphere of influence that reached
all the way to the Matron Mother. The ever watchful and deadly Spider kept
watch over her physically, but could never fully match the subtle plans of
the ageless houses.
Mirozah watched as her mother endlessly worked her plans. Watched
silently for decades as she laid roots in every house in the city. Mirozah
always knew that true power could not be limited to a city, or influence, or
some false power gained by climbing some fabricated social structure. She
did not know how she knew, but as young as she was, she had felt power
surging through her body. She wanted more. Not some limited social status
among the houses, or some pathetic game played by the members within.
Real power could not be gained in such a way.
She left Underdark in search of the strength behind the shadows,
the power behind the veil, and the destiny that she knew awaited her.
Description:
Light seems to bend and falter around the darkened form of this entity, as if it is repelled by her very essence. The very tangible leathery, and metallic scent of death permeates from her pale skin. Her hair is tied tightly behind her head, bound with straps of scorched leather and twists of carved iron. A dizzying, complex knot is intricately woven into an elaborate braid. Tied around her neck is a length of rope with a darkened iron clasp on the end of it. It looks surprisingly like a leash. Various symbols of power cover her, markings and sigils glowing a crimson red from within. They pulse steadily, as dark eldritch power courses through her body. The deep opaqueness of her eyes seem to create an uneasy feeling. A nervous fluttering of the heart, of something which should not be.