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2012-05-30, 11:19 AM (ISO 8601)
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House Min'Doan
Serve the whimsical pleasures of the Spider Queen or suffer horribly until you utterly perish from her dark and eternal wrath! This was the one absolute truth to all drow, and the only real law accordingly was; don’t get caught.
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Rilandyr sported no less than a dozen noble houses, and scores of common houses, comprising a vast population compared to many drow cities. It was set in several large caverns, all interconnected by mazes of tunnels and low ‘fields’ of giant mushrooms growing between the floor and the low roof in spots. Each house was an individual structure that stood apart from the others, with various features found between.
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Matron Myrtum Min’Doan scowled as the newest addition to her noble house viciously kicked a rib. Her eldest daughter Hazyth, herself a powerful High Priestess, smiled wickedly, enjoying the labor pain she observed in her mother and the thought of what another successful noble birth would mean to their powerful and much feared family.
The youngest Matron in many generations, Myrtum had multiplied her powerful brood in spectacular succession over the centuries of her brutal and cunning rule while lifting her house from twelfth to ninth rank; and she showed no signs of faltering in advancing either endeavor any time soon. Most nobles of Rilandyr had resigned themselves to accept the fact that she may very well be the First Matron in the not so distant future. However, some of the older matrons of nobles houses despised that possibility and worked diligently with every means available in attempts to disgrace her and cause her to lose the unfaltering favor of the Spider Queen.
Having already spawned half a dozen daughters, all but the youngest of High Priestess status, and Plynfet was set to graduate this season, the Matron was second only to that snide imperial bitch who ruled the First House. Everyone knew or at least suspected that not ALL the daughters of Prila Und’Yimar were her actual spawn, half or more of the countless retinue of priestesses were adopted from previous deviousness. But each and every one represented power and expressed the will of Lolth in the wicked city of Rilandyr. Prila had only one son, at least that anyone knew, while Myrtum had a dozen sons of her own loins, all skilled and obedient servants of Lolth and fiercely loyal to their Matron.
House Min’Doan was currently ranked ninth, a dangerous and coveted position, since the ruling council consisted of the Matrons of the top eight houses. Having advanced there from twelfth in a mere century was unprecedented in the history of Rilandyr, and only deep legends told of Matrons so fertile and powerful, destined perhaps to rule all who dared call this place home.
The baby kicked again and induced Myrtum to grab the throat of her eldest daughter, who stood snickering. The iron grip of her strong fingers clawed into the flesh of her eldest daughter as another agonizing spasm passed. Having suffered through her mother’s many pregnancies, actually a near constant state in house Min’Doan, Hazyth endured the humiliation and pain stoically, though such treatment she would only willingly suffer from this one mortal in all the planes. Her lips clamped tight over a faint smirk on her choked visage, abiding what she had suffered most of her life and relishing the position of First Daughter who was the only one allowed in the presence of the Matron during birthing. Most of her other siblings were dispersed throughout the region, ready to strike at the appointed moment against their most hated current rivals; the sixth ranked House Fer’kiln
Hazyth spoke as clearly as she could after being released a moment later, “Soon, the next Prince of Min’Doan shall learn to cower under my heel, in obedience to thee Matron, and in loyalty to Loth and our great House! His birth marks the beginning of new power for us, and he shall be treasured by us all for it!”
“Not soon enough, and I have yet to decide who shall be the next consort. There is also the mystery of this mystical message...” Another spasm shook Myrtum and choked off her words, her hands grasping the onyx throne as her daughter stepped back to witness the miracle of birth again...
Hazyth scowled bitterly and spat her hatred for her enemies boldly, “All is in proper place and will be well played, honored Matron. The Favor of the Spider Queen is upon us, and House Min’Doan will secure its rightful and well deserved seat on the ruling council after this birth. The obliteration of House Fer’kiln is assured and this birth will signal the initial attacks! Dorza and Ca’al will ensure that not a single feigned noble of that ill fated house survives the slaughter, and there remains no place to hide their soured spawn - even in the accursed upper world!”
As if only an afterthought she all but dismissed, the First Daughter added in a disregarding and flippant fashion, “That message will become absolutely clear in its time, honored Matron.”
Last edited by Gryndel; 2015-05-05 at 03:02 PM.