Siomendel Xilosevis slipped quietly into the shadows, as he rounded the corner. Wary of the city guards, he decided to observe them for awhile before making
himself known. Weary from his flight from the surface, he crouched low and began to watch. Although he knew little about drow ways, since he had been driven
from Menzoberranzen when his House had been destroyed by rivals as a youngster, he had learned quickly that it paid to be careful with the denizens of the
Underdark.
The band of Duergar that he had paid off to keep his life had taken a small measure of pity on him and directed him to this city, Sshamath, and he had decided he had nowhere else to turn. He certainly couldn't go back to Menzoberranzan, as any who learned of the name Xilosevis could betray him to House L'Sargoth, who would be certain to wipe out one of the last of their hated enemies. He also had no desire to return to the surface, where most of his experiences had been bad, driven out from one city after another. He had left Neverwinter after his mentor had died of a mysterious plague, convinced he could make his way on the surface, but after finally being driven from a small town named Beregost, (after pilfering the room of a very grouchy dwarf), he had returned to the Underdark to take refuge.
"Small refuge" he thought to himself with a wry grin. Between running from Umber Hulks, nearly being trapped by a rogue drider, and his ill-fated meeting with the group of Duergar, things hadn't been easy on the young drow. Perhaps now things would begin to look up.
After several minutes observing the flow of traffic in and out of the city gate, awestruck by the elegant beauty of the drow city, with it's lights, spires, and catwalks, so unlike the cities of the surface, Siomendel stood up, brushed off his disheveled clothing, and walked towards the gatekeepers, keeping his head high and his bearing confident. It was time to begin a new life, in a strange and exciting new world.
The band of Duergar that he had paid off to keep his life had taken a small measure of pity on him and directed him to this city, Sshamath, and he had decided he had nowhere else to turn. He certainly couldn't go back to Menzoberranzan, as any who learned of the name Xilosevis could betray him to House L'Sargoth, who would be certain to wipe out one of the last of their hated enemies. He also had no desire to return to the surface, where most of his experiences had been bad, driven out from one city after another. He had left Neverwinter after his mentor had died of a mysterious plague, convinced he could make his way on the surface, but after finally being driven from a small town named Beregost, (after pilfering the room of a very grouchy dwarf), he had returned to the Underdark to take refuge.
"Small refuge" he thought to himself with a wry grin. Between running from Umber Hulks, nearly being trapped by a rogue drider, and his ill-fated meeting with the group of Duergar, things hadn't been easy on the young drow. Perhaps now things would begin to look up.
After several minutes observing the flow of traffic in and out of the city gate, awestruck by the elegant beauty of the drow city, with it's lights, spires, and catwalks, so unlike the cities of the surface, Siomendel stood up, brushed off his disheveled clothing, and walked towards the gatekeepers, keeping his head high and his bearing confident. It was time to begin a new life, in a strange and exciting new world.
:hug:)
Vhaeraun often takes in any male that shows a disinterest in Lolth ways, especially mistreated men and
theives. When he wants them converted he will contact them himself in private away from prying eyes. He's a very down-to-earth god, though very arrogant
and charming. I think of him as very slick lol.
