#terrorskel

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.

The Inquisitor ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3000+ & UTP. SPECIES. Terror ( Drow ) AFFILIATION. Court of Drow OCCUPATION. Royal Inquisitor & Espionage Counselor

It was clear you had a very particular skill set, from an early age you were adept at gathering information. Cruelty is a currency of its own among the drow, far below the surface world the Underdark is an unforgiving place and you were born a commoner in the harsh streets of Menzoberranzan, capital of the drow. In the shadow of the great castle you looked up with hungry eyes, you sharpened your skills like a blade, refined every tool at your disposal and loitered secrets indiscriminately. It was not easy or quick, but painfully slow, patient as the spider God Lloth you wove your web until you landed in the court of the most esteemed. Queen Ayi’ig’s personal office, you the inquisitor, the information gatherer, the screams of your subjects inspired a nation to the dark but nothing fed you so vehemently as your queen’s approval. Nurtured and cared for, when Ayi’ig dominated the faerie realm and established the court of drow, it was you that she summoned first. The voice of the shadows, the reverend of the dark, Ayi’ig decreed that in the Otherworld she would rule and you would find her enemies and turn them towards her one by one.

The Artificer~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 1000+ & UTP SPECIES. Terror CLASSIFICATION. Drow OCCUPATION. Smithmaster & Innovation Counselor 

Lloth took extra care when she wove you from her web, your mind was unlike any that had come before you. A weaver, a spellmaster, you spent your mandatory twenty-five years mastering the shadow arts but even that was only the tip of the iceberg. Any common drow could pick up a sword but you wanted to understand the nature of blades, the heart of creation, and what had come before the age of the drow. On the surface the elves had prospered with magic and power that the fey of the Otherworld and the drow of the Underdark could only dream of. Reclamation and innovation, this was your great hope for your people and why Queen Ayi’ig came to prize you perhaps most of all. A treasured pet who produced the most useful of devices, you could trap a spirit into a blade and give it a mind of its own, you could alter the bodies of the common drow to create true creatures of horror. Golem maker and heartrender, when the faerie realm fell and Ayi’ig placed you at her side you set to task understanding all the fey had learned in the millennia since their arrival. You took their tools and set to understand them, improve them, and ultimately turn them against the eladrins that had been pushed back into the mortal realm.