#closedterror

The Founder~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Ancient & UTP SPECIES. Terror ( Drow ) AFFILIATION. Court of Drow OCCUPATION. Armsmaster & Military Counselor 

Blood of the old blade, high elven and blessed with unmatched skill - as the elves of Hyperborea retreated, you stood and fought. You marched towards your end, content to die for a noble cause and watched the Gods you’d faithfully served looked on from above. Your calls unanswered, your cries abandoned, it was Ayi’ig who raised you from the grave and filled you with purpose once more. Her greatest warrior, and the future leader of her mighty armies. To the Underdark you were made to conquest and in the mighty capital of Menzoberranzan you built the academy that would train the armies of the drow court’s future, ten years, you insisted, and no less to master the way of the blade and the drow’s methods of warfare. For thousands of years Ayi’ig had you by her side, general of her armies and counselor of her military. Her heir stood to replace you as you resolved to strike out deeper into the Underdark, an expedition to find the borders of the Underdark. Goblins and paragons, secrets that you carried with you as you emerged from the Underdark, beneath the mortal realm. My Founder, Ayi’ig called as her Prophet fell, I need you once more.

The Devout ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. Ancient & UTP SPECIES. Terror ( Drow ) AFFILIATION. Court of Drow OCCUPATION. Matron Mother & Priesthood Counselor

Matron of all Mothers, you are second only to the Queen herself. Taller, stronger, faster, and clearly smarter - you were a sorceress of the high elves. Made of magic and a dutiful servant of the Gods, fervent in your desire to one day give your vessel to the habitation of the most high. Companion of Kthanid, you served at the height of the elves’ great empire and stood long enough to watch it fall. Yidhra came to replace you with her blessed daughter - the accursed Ayi’ig left far below. Pity came upon your soul but not before the elves were wrought with destruction. Abandoned by the Gods and too proud to follow the Queen who’d replaced you, with devout purpose you fought and died for the people that you’d served. Yidhra’s rejected daughter brought you from the grave, a pact with a Goddess of secrets answered her prayers and in this you found a new vessel for your pious devotions. Shadows and warfare, magic and battle, you were the greatest of the drow and more the guiding hand of a mother to Ayi’ig than a follower. Founder of the priesthood, in your dreams Lloth spoke to you and in this she blessed you, fifty years, was your dogmatic demand, no less for the priesthood. Counselor to the Queen, you have served Ayi’ig from the very beginning.