@nyloth location: rome
Amadeus appeared from beyond rubble, a city crushed beneath the weight of war - above, the wrym screeched something vile, spilling flame across the land below as it snapped up a mouthful of elandrin. Severed limbs fell from the sky, bodies with life all but snapped from them by the maw of the beast. And Nyloth, keeper of the dark presented herself as a sequestered vision, "Praise be to Lloth," despite the jagged, shark tooth edge of his smirk, there is nothing short of devotion that spills from his lips as he approaches the mother matron, the cover of his hood shadowing all else, "This gift she has given you holds great promise." Without the sun, the drow were no longer sequestered away from their magicks; a blind sighting that none should have seen coming.
