party limit of 4 doesn't apply to everyone, Karlach

the rebirth of the Knights of the Shield is going productively

feat @arcandoria's Nathrae

Speak With Dead

Baldur's Gate 3

Finished the Vramimyr family portrait! Featuring: Pharius, Nalhriir, Larkiira, Faera, Nathrae and Nimrius!

Art Fight attack of Nathrae for @hiyora!!

Hey otherworlders! We, the mod team, decided to do something fun and silly to conclude our first year in operation. Yes, it hasn't been a full year yet, but it sure has been eventful!

This is meant to be a fun and silly recap. If you and/or your muse haven't made it on here, it probably just means they're well-behaved! Or something. We love them, so please don't feel left out!

Without further ado, here is your ADZ Wrapped!

We've had an eventful year since muses started dropping in on 4/21! There are lots of colorful personalities, that's for sure. The largest Direction was North, with 30 muses! Center was just behind it with 27. The smallest Direction was West, with only 6 muses! Maybe they decided they would rather stay home instead of falling in a lake somewhere.

Everyone has to start somewhere, and many muses are proof of that. We have 38 muses at rank 0, though 27 have hit rank 1! 17 are at rank 2, and 4 have managed to reach rank 3. Rank 4 and 5 are tied, each with 3 muses!

ADZ muses tended toward adulthood, with 73 who were 18 or older, and a mere 11 under 18.

The Paths that people took were well-trodden, with Idealist being the most popular choice. 20 muses chose this Path. The least popular were Dissenter and Tormentor, both with 0. The Advocates thank you for that!

Many muses have been busy as well. The first muse to reach rank 5 was Alear, written by Katie! Divine Dragons are a busy sort, it seems. Of course, not everyone has had such a productive time. Zagreus, written by Birb, died more than anyone else, at a grand total of 7 times! That's not even counting all of the times he got tased by Safety Team for trying to leave the Cache at rank 0.

The quickest death, however, goes to Cinder Fall, written by Hannah! Cinder died twice on her first day in ADZ, the first occurring less than an hour after her arrival. Cinder also has the record for the most time spent in jail, at 7 days!

Love found a way in the fact of adversity, too. Alear and Alcryst, written by Katie and Arcade respectively, fell in love and got (emblem) engaged. Ezra Price and Felix Hugo Fraldarius, written by Addison and Sami respectively, also found love in their time away from the battlefield. Cinder Fall and Nathrae Aoi, written by Hannah and Crea respectively, became more than just partners in crime. Now, they're partners in crime who kiss! And who could forget about the Advocate romance of Ethan Keye and Susie Winters (again written by Sami and Addison respectively), because sometimes the childhood friends to lovers pipeline requires a stop at a cult compound first. Zenos yae Galvus and Valentyne Monnawesfv. written by Solomon and Candle respectively, don't quite know what they are, even if everyone else can see it. And Julian, written by Lizard...we've lost track of what the hell is going on with that guy! And of course, who could forget the dynamic IRL couple of Emberlyn and Angelica, who have written multiple ships and brought the PtN yuri agenda to our little group! We thank you for yuri service...I mean, your service!

Speaking of variety, our member base has a wide range of interests! As of publication, we have muses from a grand total of 40 franchises, and that doesn't include the illustrious and delightful OCs everyone has brought in, nor does it account for different entries in different IPs! At the time of writing, our biggest single fandom was Final Fantasy XIV, with a grand total of 10 muses! Non-fandom OCs are a slightly bigger group, with 14 muses in total.

IC shenanigans were plentiful as well. Rat-related incidents happened, as did street brawls between Death and Heavy Weapons Guy, written by Lizard and Fish respectively. Alear's run-in with a goat named Corn was immortalized in many children's drawings, and a great many muses - Greedling (Crow), Hobie Brown (Kyuu), Paralthax (Birb), Nathrae Aoi (Crea), and Hawks (Kidi) - could often be found chilling on roofs. Ronan Muir (Addison) was arguably the first muse to drive out his neighbors after Makiko Yuuki (Cruz) could no longer handle the awful din of the cymbal monkey in his front yard. Number Five Hargreeves (Kidi) also ran into some trouble due to some minor defacing of public property. He's fine! No need for therapy at all.

And how could we leave out NPCs and other locals? The mysterious old man, AKA the Desecrator, AKA Peepaw, AKA Gerald the weirdo (thanks Erin) always draws attention when he appears, but he made the biggest splash when he killed the hierophant, sneaking into the Cache to do so. Still no word on how he did it, or who "she" is! The Advocates received plenty of love this year too, something that warms our little mod hearts.

Let's not forget the delightful critters of ADZ. We had the recent pleasure of meeting Jerry the trash croc, a delightful and scaly fellow capable of human speech. Other notable animals include Henry the corella, Fuzzysmiles the quokka, Princess Fluffyclaws the koala, Elizabeth the frilled singing lizard, and Mortimer and Bella, Vera's cats. That's not even counting the myriad of pets brought by otherworlders, from cats and dogs to guardian spirits and chocobos! Those in attendance at Seven Nights of Fright will remember the chaos resulting from Fluffyclaws and Henry ending up in the maze!

And that about does it. We've loved getting to know you all throughout the past 8 months, and we hope to continue getting to know you. You are all together silly, creative, brilliant, fun, heartfelt, and bringers of joy.

We have big plans for this coming year, and we can't wait to share them. We hope above all that we've met your expectations, and we thank you for your patience and understanding as we've learned how to mod "on the job". Really and truly, thank you, and we look forward to many more adventures in CY1024!

To close out, some silly moments.

And most importantly...

For today's horrifying Arknights realization, it has occurred to me that since originium dust is a vector for Oripathy, and dust can be carried on clothing (such as out of a mine), Nathra probably caught it from the miner's that used to come to her food truck.

Who the hell is Nathra

[OLD ART]  🌿

Making a separate post of this one because... I have to redraw this at some point, It’s old and I still love the vibe and the relaxing atmosphere of this one. I need the mental peace of this scene. Again, featuring my balance druid Nathras. He started the path of the feral druid before finding his “own way”. So, being a wild druid in training aside, he took the responsability of raising six nightsaber/frostsaber cubs while training in the path of the feral druid. Quick nap between herbalism study and step-dad shenanigans.

The smaller one, black coat, it’s his actual animal companion, Ashen’dral

@call-2-arms cont.

As the darkness began to deepen around him within one of many throats that connected the stretched and left-wanting reach of Silvanus to the subterranean world below, he could not help but think of another child lost within a different brand of darkness he'd yet to find a ladder into. Perhaps it was misguided of him to chase that startled instinct of so desperately wanting to find his oldest friend within a century of lost echoes and shifting shadows? Kagha had said as much back at the grove when in her pestilence, she'd pointed out how the Archdruid could not, in good faith, put the needs of the grove first when he was far more concerned with chasing the ghosts of the past like they were simply memories best stored away in a safe along with a tattered journal and a halberd soaked in a brand of sorrow more potent than any snake's venom.

If Sornin did not already find the druid's actions misguided, Halsin could only imagine the drow's unrelenting displeasure at the very idea that the Archdruid of the emerald grove didn't just want to, but needed to save at least one child in duress from the dark to keep the heavy burden in his chest from causing him to sink yet again below the surface of shadows he'd been bobbing along all this time. Because if he were to go under yet again he feared, it might be another century or two than he had left before he gained a head above the water enough to make out the direction of a faint glimmer that would guide him to the spot where Thaniel lay trapped as a lighthouse in a heavy fog.

He felt the additional weight joining him on the ladder when it gave a few extra creaks, and a quick tilt of his head up to confirm his suspicion had a faint smile flicker across the tense expression he wore on the way down as he fully expected to find an awful sight for the surface that anyone else that lived below might not bat an eye over. "Of course... and I will accept your telling me so with grace and without further lip." The druid promised, halfway glad for the banter on the unnerving climb downwards.

Once his boots had hit rock bottom, Halsin swiftly turned and stepped out into the pooled blackness as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the underworld. His elvish vision easily cut through the ink after a moment, and he only but waited until the brush of druid leaves upon his drow companion's shoulder brushed against his bicep when the other joined him before he set forth in the direction he detected a sharp whimper and the offputting sound of rocks shifting. Coming upon a cliff side that led to a steep drop down onto a lower level partially lit by flower beds of mushrooms, he took a moment to stoop and quietly observe the scene below.

"PlEAse!" A young drow girl stood her ground across from an older, male counterpart who showed no signs of engagement other than having brandished a double-edged sickle that he wielded along the length of his arm. Eyes as black as the surroundings seemed pinned solely on the girl who couldn't have been more than ten at best- her pale amethyst complexion a dirtier shade of crushed plum in the center of a wet, sniveling expression. "Please, Seldzar- I don't...I don't wanna hurt ya. They can't make me!"

"Tch." The older drow scoffed at the display, though he still remained poised into the proper battle stance. The only pity about him was that he did not advance again to send her shrieking angrily and backing away as he had earlier. "Stop this nonsense. Immediately! You are proving that Lolth chose right for this test. You must attack me, Nathrae. I will die either way...my purpose is to keep you from the fate of the Striders now. Now come, and prove your wroth to our goddess!"

"NO!" The girl stamped her foot, flinging the dagger she'd been given earlier at the foot of the man. "I won't do it-! I won't hurt you...you're my, my friend-...you've been with me this whole time! I can't lose you like my parents too- I can't!" With a wail, she backed up blindly, blotting the dirty tears out of her eyes.

A deep frown set in the druid's expression as he considered the scene, particularly when the older drow straightened out of his defensive posture in order to begin the ruthless stride into towards the child, brandishing the scythe with a furious flick of his arm. Giving a start like he was about to jump down between the situation, he felt Sornin's arm move in front of him like a blockade to which he had to swivel a furious if not confused glance to the drow. "You would let this progress?" Whatever 'this' was...the only thing he could recognize was the distress in the child's actions and the raw panic in her voice as she continued to beg the advancing drow until she had no choice but to dart towards the wall both he and Sornin were set upon, her nails bloodying as she tried to scrabble uselessly up the rock face. In an instant, Halsin's eyes flashed with a golden fury as he bared his teeth. "I won't stand for this barbarism! Let me through, damn you-"

yayy one more nathra art

soon i'll post her reference list since i need to translate the text on it first

elixir of the colossus for enhanced bear cuddles

Abburth Lore and Relevant Gods

I just realized I am very unclear about lore in my writing, simply because I forget that people are not reading from my private notes, and then I feel repetitive whenever I explain in parathesis or between comas. So, I dug up my lore notes and decided that this may help any of my readers in understanding the overall layout of Abburth, as well as the Gods of some form of importance to the story itself, because, believe it or not, I actually planned the plotline of the story.

First, we have the hierarchy of Abburth, which includes the High Council and their Matron Mothers, and what they are known for.

The Head Council, or first five Houses of Abburth in order from first to last are Houses Coborial, Kilsek, Vandree, Telenna, and Eilservs. House Eilservs was recently appointed into power after they destroyed House Caddath in a raid. House Coborial is led by Matron Aunerae, who is known for her skill in battle and her intelligent twin daughters. House Kilsek is led by Matron Haelra, known for her cunning and skill in subterfuge. House Vandree is led by Matron Ilharess, who is known for her abundance of slaves and cruelty towards Houses below her. House Telenna is led by Matron Nathrea (not to be mistaken with Matron Nathrae II), who is known for her interest in religious lore, and her successful wizard sons. As well as House Eilservs led by Matron Chenzira known for her life dedicated to prayer and commitment to Lolth. The late House Caddath was led by Matron Angaste, who was known for her sternness towards her soldiers, earning a strong fighting force.

Next, we have the schooling system within Abburth itself, which here will be listed the names and purposes of each school, as well as pronunciation, since some of the names are quite strange.

The wizard school is known as Gloufmarth, whose head wizards are from the High Council Houses of Telenna and DeVir, as well as a few other minor houses. The school of the sword and its arts is called Slaekmia (sly-kee-ma), whose heads are K'yornl, Matron Aunerae Coborial's mate, and one of Matron Chenzira Eilservs's sons. And finally, the most important school and training center, Amaxselts (amax-sleets) the Center of Religious Training, whose heads are the Matron Mothers of the Head Council to train all future priestesses of Lolth. Eventually, these priestesses-to-be lead congregated masses that the school holds, specifically the daughters of the Matron Mothers of the High Council.

Finally, in the Abburth lore, we have landmarks or places of interest within the city.

The time teller, otherwise known as the grand clock that tells the time of the surface, to determine when drow elves should retire for rest and evening prayer is known as Mystérieuse (myst-air-ri-oous.) The time is told by a lit and extinguished blue candle. At the beginning of the day it starts as a new flame, and it wanes as the "day" continues, until falling as those on the surface would loose light and retire for the night. Another landmark would also be centerpiece of Abburth itself, a gigantic spider-tiled plaza where exterminations or killings would take place. The last notable landmark would also be the arena, which is located near the outskirts of the city itself, with a large circular dome with black sand in the interior.

With the lore of the Gods, I will list a few, some have been mentioned so far in the book (for those who have read the currently released chapter), while others have no, and that is perfectly fine. All will make sense in due time.

First, we have Corelleon, the main God of the elves, and often called the Lord of Cowardice by the drow as a term of hatred towards Him. He fathers three children, Eilistraee, Vhaeraun, and Vandria, although all of them take residence in the Abyss with their mother, Lolth, or at the time of their birth, was known as Araushnee before Her dealings with a faction of the elves who soon retreated to the Underdark, and soon became known as what we would call drow elves.

Next, we have the aforementioned Lolth, Queen of Spiders, and ruler of the Demonweb pits, the sixty fifth layer of the Abyss. Mother to Eilistraee, Vhaeraun, and Vandria, and former wife to Corelleon, She is the chief deity of the Underdark, and the most terrifying of all of them. Sworn enemy to Eilistraee, Goddess of Dance, she idolizes malicious chaos, and supports senseless death, and even encourages it in Her followers.

Eilistraee, the most important of Lolth and Corelleon's children in the book, is the chaotic good Goddess of dance, song, and the moon, commonly known as the Lady of Dance or Lady Silverhair, on the account of Her long and beautiful silver hair. Her goal is to bring the drow to a better future, by reconnecting Her followers with the surface, to maybe one day tear Her mother away from Her throne, and end the conflict between the surface elves and drow.

Tymora, commonly known as Lady Luck, is a chaotic good Goddess of the surface world, and patron to most gamblers and rogues, and main deity of the Halfling race. She is the embodiment of luck in its entirety, where in front of all of Her temples there is a fountain, where, before entering, all believers must drop a coin in it for good luck, to be taken by the Church to further their journey to worship their God.

And lastly, we have Paladine, or Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon. He is a lawful good God of the surface, and twin brother to Tiamat (otherwise known as Takhisis), while also standing for justice and the distribution of fairness between all parties. His followers hold their friends closest to them, and have a silent vow to keep them safe no matter the obstacle.

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Chapter Seven

The voice of the announcer boomed through the impossibly cyclopean arena, his voice, deep and telltale, echoing through the entire stadium with the aid of magic. His face was unseen, but it was rather clear that he was of some kind of important status, as he was trusted enough to announce the very names of the highest in status of Abburth, and Arachne lay in wait, standing up straight and holding her chin high to showcase her elderly dominance towards the public, but mainly to her sister, who frequently bragged that she had gotten the “larger side” of the womb due to her larger stature and physique. 

Her elbows were intertwined together behind her back as she sported a long purple dress that hugged her waist and opened upon her chest, the skirt itself having spider web like patterns adorning it in a unique fashion, a spider pin holding her hair up in its otherwise smooth and kempt state, unlike how Arachne preferred to wear it, down and loose to conceal her truthful eyes, a fatal flaw in the community of the drow, so instead her black veil hid them from the illumination of her honesty, which she had been told to have been one of the most intimidating sights to most drow men.

“Twin sisters, Arachne Coborial and Chadra Coborial, daughters of Matron Aunerae Coborial, First Matron Mother of Abburth.”

Both Arachne and Chadra walked upwards to their shared viewing box, resting on the sanded grounds of the main arena area, perfect for optimal viewing “pleasure.” She, as the eldest sister, sat adjacent to Xarann, who sat beside Matron Aunerae, her stomach bloated and large, indicating she was close to her imminent birth. Despite this, applause echoed throughout the stadium, forced as it was, still bringing a small sliver of joy, as it was her first public announcement after her birth.

Matron Aunerae stood, standing with a malicious scowl on her face, an imprint of her hatred for all below her, even that of her own children. Her voice, its volume aided by magic like the announcer’s before her, demanded respect and attention about the entire stadium, every head turning to fix their gaze upon her foreboding figure as she spoke. “Today, we celebrate the return of our Queen of Spiders, our liberator and our only true Matron, as She has returned to the realm of the Gods to return to our routine of everlasting worship. So, now we revel with the relishing feeling of blood spatter to honor Her and Her ascension into power once more!”

A warful scream erupted throughout the crowd, some even raised their arms in pride and triumph at the mention of Lolth’s return, cries and applause being the only thing heard for about a ten minute timespan before it died down, allowing for the imposing voice of Matron Aunerae to plague everyone’s spirit, silence, eerie stillness, washing over the arena itself. This was when all knew that she called for the utmost respect, when all narcissistic drow ceased their talk, and turned their heads to look at the true person within power; the one who could bring all to ruin should she simply snap her fingers and call upon one of her demons.

There was a story, whispered amongst the slaves that Arachne had overheard one night when she stowed away in Cazna’s old safe haven, now belonging to her, as a place of assuagement where she would rest, that once, early in her mother’s priesthood, she had become so furious at one of her sisters for disrespecting her name. In response to this she, the youngest and last daughter of Matron Nathrae II, called upon the demonic spirit of a Sibiriex, a creature from the Abyss made of flesh and marrow, a gaping mouth dripping of blood used to devour its enemies, and only called by the strongest of summoners due to its near extinct state, and Aunerae watched in sadistic pleasure as it devoured her kin.

This was disturbing enough, as Matron Aunerae had been the youngest daughter, those of which rarely made it to become a Matron unless they decided to stray from their original House, and instead create their own family, or would die when one of the other sisters took power in due time. But instead, with her power over demons, she killed each one of her sisters in one night, the same night in which she had ended the life of her own mother, and took power at the mere age of two hundred.

So, with this in mind, Arachne watched with veiled eyes as she spoke, sitting with poise as she always did, and instead began to wonder what she could have done to Cazna, if nothing at all. “We will have warriors of each of the two hundred fifty five Houses of Abburth, and the warrior who rises victorious will be given one wish that is within my power to give.” A stray murmur echoed throughout the crowd for a moment before it was met with Matron Aunerae’s evil gaze. “Lolth’s blessing goes to all.”

A congregated “amen” shot through the group all at once.

~

The tournament had been set to go over the course of two days, and many House’s champions had fallen very quickly, mainly that of the lower Houses, for they, in their foolish pride, believed that their own top warrior was strong enough to fight, say Matron Chenzira Eilservs’s son, who was the head of Slaekmia next to K’yornl, which was overambitious if anyone sensible had set them. 

House Coborial had been, at least, due to the fact that instead of putting K’yornl up for battle, at risk of his life, they hired one of the Houseless to be their champion, who had made it to the second day under Chadra’s coaching, and it had become Arachne’s turn to oversee him, to hopefully ensure victory. Most importantly, the man was wise as well as an older gentleman, if she could even call him as such within her political regulations, meaning that she could ask him questions about Cazna that couldn’t be used against her, seeing as she would have to rely on blackmail and deceit to get any answers from Xarann, the only one of her siblings who would even care to listen. It went against what little morals Arachne could make out in her own being.

She had woken earlier to slip into her own armor that would shield her from the violent bloodshed from the battle, among other things, which she would be witnessing from even closer than she had been before at the House Coborial viewing box, where blood still spattered upwards in more ferocious battles against gargantuan creatures used as trails for each battle. There had been whisperings that Matron Aunerae herself would summon a mighty Glabrezu as the final trail for the remaining two warriors who stood tall amongst the others, a string of death glimmering from their swords as they ascended through the challenges in the second day, which was a feat enough. 

The armor itself was durable, and yet stunning in its own right, a beautiful silver metal was molded to fit her perfectly, the Coborial crest embossed into the ore itself, a matching set of iron gauntlets adorning Arachne’s hands and arms, fiercely jagged spikes bending with her knuckles whenever she made a fist, while on her legs, leather hugged the muscles that supported the rest of the panoply. Upon her silky pearl white hair was an adamantine headdress, a veil still attached to it, the wires of metal intertwining together in intricate circle patterns, casting a dour feeling about her.

Making her way to the arena itself, Arachne grasped tightly on the hilt of her rapier, hidden lavender eyes darting about the contemptible city, and in turn the society underneath the ground. Passing through the repugnant, lamentful, and impoverished streets that the Houseless and the Other Races took as their own domicile, which saddened the drow elf due to the horrendous living conditions. It was a mournful realization that a majority of Abburth’s yearly death toll was not that of the drow themselves, but of those on the streets.

And a sudden idea made itself known as she pondered such things. What if Cazna was on the streets of her home city, starving and left all in her lonesome despite the bustling of the Other Races? It was an upsetting thought for Arachne, because it meant that her sister had not fulfilled her greatest and most prominent dream to see the sun, and to feel the fresh air of the surface world, and not that of the sulfur filled air of the Underdark; her dream to touch the fresh rivers, to dip her toes in the ocean, and to gaze upon a real sunset, and not that of the tower that kept the time, all gone because she couldn’t leave the confines of Abburth’s own solitary cavern.

Arachne decided, though, to shake off the small bugs of negativity, and instead hope that the paid champion would have answers for her, and perhaps a shimmer of hope for her own belief, and maybe even the final domino to the game that was being known as her own betwixt and between opinion twisted and turned down the winding path of fate. It was almost like an iota of wisdom, that she so readily wanted to grasp, but couldn’t find the handle because of some sort of impenetrable darkness, and yet was grazing against it each time she found it.

Walking into the chamber itself, where the heiress would, allegedly, beat the warrior to make him understand his importance to the House, which was none. Arachne, however, had a more intellectual notion, where instead she would berate the man with inquiry after inquiry, until she heard the answers she did so require, while also preparing him for the mental challenges the battles against demons and wizards who had made it rather far in the trials themselves.

Opening the door with a start, she saw the man, red eyed and bald, indicating his statusless life in Abburth, as hair signified power and nobility in the religion under the Spider Queen, therefore children who could bear no hair were sacrificed as a curse from the elven Gods instead of a blessing of Lolth, further proving to unbeknownst onlookers that any complication, both physical and mental, in any drow child would lead to their immediate death. Those besides conditions such as Arachne’s very sensitive skin, which frequently flaked, peeled, and inflamed itself when irritated or near concentrated sources of sulfur, like an underground geyser, but this was not an issue, as it appeared on easily concealed parts of her body, such as her elbows and forearms.

“Name.” The drow elf demanded rather harshly, withholding a wince from the crudeness of which she spoke to the Houseless male, before reminding herself that her facade could only be continued if she vocalized fake disdain towards those of the opposing gender.

Nodding his head after standing up from quite the stiff looking chair, he gestured his right hand outwards as he bent down for a moment, his left hand tucked behind his back in a respectful bow, his bare head showcasing many ferocious and turbulent scars. “Kethan, m’lady Coborial.” seeing her awaiting expression as she looked down her nose at him, although reluctantly so, he continued, “What will be my proof of loyalty to you this day?”

Gesturing for him to return to his impalible seat, while Arachne took one directly in front of him, one of which was the same, if not impeccably similar to his, sitting up straight in her armor. “You will answer questions for me, to train your mind and to accouter you for the creatures you and your competitors will be faced with; the first day may have seemed simple, but this following day is nothing in comparison.” a pause, allowing for the lavender eyed drow to think of her next choice of words, “For I am sure you have heard that Matron Aunerae, in the final battle, will call upon a Glabrezu.”

Kethan let loose a thoughtful grunt, a small smiling ghosting over his features, otherwise hidden by a blistered and battle hardened hand covering his mouth in thought and focus. “Then, m’lady Coborial, ask me what you wish, and I shall answer.” At this compliance, Arachne felt a smile glaze over her features in mimicry to her charge’s small appearance of some form of comparable emotion. Despite the fact that she knew what she wanted was ultimately answered, she did not wish to jump into a question that could ensure her downfall or ascension to either the Demonweb pits or the surface world.

“What led you to become Houseless?” Starting off close to where any respectable matron-to-be would begin in her questioning, which would be comfortably called an interrogation by other parties, namely Arachne’s sister, while the query was quite normalized amongst the drow. Family defined you, and therefore the Houseless, without a title to hold themselves in power, had to crawl to the top with pure force and power.

The man coughed expectantly, looking down for a moment and smirking before turning his carmine eyed gaze to her hidden face once more, “I forget such questions are normal here. I just returned from a long journey through the Underdark in an expedition with your city’s Duergar.” Arachne’s facial expression urged Kethan to continue with his anecdote of life. “I have been Houseless for quite a while, and so had my father before me, and his father before him, as well as my rather vicious arsenal of aunts, uncles, and sisters.” A thoughtful pause, “We were once part of House Naerth’s cavalry, if such things interest you, m’lady, before deviating from the path after my grandfather, Dantrag, left the House one dark cycle of Mystérieuse, and after many centuries made a name for himself here on the streets.”

“If my memory serves me correctly, House Naerth was raided about nine hundred years ago due to Matron Byrtyn Naerth’s dealings with the fey, yes?” Arachne inquired, raising a white brow slightly before lowering it, remembering her concealed face, and the safety of it for her own wellbeing.

Kethan nodded, “You are quite right, m’lady.”

Pondering her next question for a moment, Arachne found herself wondering what would happen if she or Cazna could or did something like that, simply leaving the House that they were sworn to in order to join the lowborn. It was quite obvious no such thing would ever be plausible with their status unless one was extremely proficient in the art of stealth and silence, that of which the heiress had no confidence in. If she was able to use the phrase correctly, one of the surface would relate her to a person with the grace of a newborn doe.

Not even a minute later, Arachne had decided her second question, which would be the last before she asked the inquiry which she desperately wanted answered. “Life on the Lowstreets suits you, then?”

The warrior chuckled, “Not considering joining me, are you?” His laugh ceased, taking quite the discountenancing tone, muttering a small apology for a poorly delivered joke, expecting a chastisement, before continuing at the drow elf’s indifference in regards to the jive. “You tend to get used to life like mine if you’re brought up by it.” Kethan looked up at her, waiting anxiously for her next question, and possibly Arachne’s next action, which he expected something akin to death or mortal injury.

“And would, say, a priestess of Lolth be able to thrive in such a place?” Arachne inquired rather cryptically.

“Why do you want to know, m’lady,” drawing out his words in a languid tone, Kethan’s lips rose in a self-assured smirk leaning in on his elbows, “who’re you looking for?”

Arachne drew in a breath, “My eldest sister, Cazna Coborial.”

A pause.

“Or do I need to be more specific?” She leaned in, her eyes glittering eerily past the darkened veil, “I’ll let you know, I can simply snap my fingers and your neck would make the same noise, if not similar, in time with them when it cracks. Permanently.”

Once more holding in a wince at the threat, empty as it was, went against what she had told herself not to do, and yet the drow ef found herself doing it anyways, despite her best attempts. This was something she wished to scold herself for, but she knew that whatever entity looked above her would forgive her just this once, if it meant Arachne would be able to find solace in Cazna’s fate. Or she hoped so.

Kethan, tapping his chin, a smirk still adorning his features, leaned in closer, his monotone voice in a hushed whisper. “Cazna Coborial…”

Arachne closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling tears beginning to fill the unfilled space between her eyelid and waterline as she did so, both of hopeful happiness, and anticipated, almost expected, sorrow. It was almost as she felt in anticipation of the knife within her hands before she sunk it into her brother’s body.

“...Dead.”

bosmer names from tes + irish forenames + scottish surnames BUT excluding "mac"

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hello this is crea i just sent in an app amendment for Nathrae ( WOL ) regarding her powers. abilities and items

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