Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Some say that traveling into a cave system leads to sudden death. Surely for the weak this is the case. In the bellows of hell are towns and cities of pure evil. It is the home of the Drow. An elf of the darkness, evil with dark skin and snow-white hair with red eyes.
It is the community’s position and the families to rear children. When it comes to the Drow it is a matriarchal society. The woman especially the high priestesses had many mates.
The men had no choice. They always selected the stronger genetics. Transient, the best way to explain family life. Always changing, always weeding out the weak.
The first rule taught by the community, do not trust anyone especially another Drow. The second, no compassion, no caring for anything not self-prospering. Status and station are everything.
On the night of Narissorins birth, his mother the highest priestess of Lolth, killed his father. He had gotten into a fight and lost. She felt as if this brought shame on her house, so she poisoned him.
She could not stand the sight of her son because he was a reminder of the same disgrace that her now deceased husband had brought.
She had a dagger to the baby’s heart. She tried to kill him, but the boy had an innate ability to magic which prevented the dagger from piercing his skin.
Narissorin started training for combat at the age of 10 years old. He was thrown into sparring with another more experienced boy. Narissorin was losing he was on the verge of death. His self preservation kicked in and an innate magic ability manifested. He was quaking in fear. He didn’t want to die.
In self defense his whole body grew toxic spikes. His opponent jumped up into the air thinking he would slam down on Narissorin and finish him. Fifty or more spikes bit into the boys skin. His body quaked as the life left him. The boy now lifeless on top of Narissorin. The adult supervising them looked on in shock he pulled the dead boy off of Narissorin. They transferred him to the school of wizardry.
Narissorin was never as evil as the other kids. This made him a target for bullies. This was when he met the strange woman with wings. Ashara was kind to him, it made him feel weird. It was different. But he liked it. He began to see everything around him differently.
Narissorin discovered that he has an extreme innate ability to magic. He was fascinated by it. It became his source of soloice. He hated the way his mother despised him, and the way the bullies picked on him. Lolth could sense his wizarding strength.
When he turned 70 years of age, he reached level six wizarding spells. He was not afraid of the abduction of wizards test. He knew he was absolutely loyal to his queen. His only desire was to serve his queen. Because of his noble birth rights, and the passing of his test, he was able to obtain a level 20 wizard in his first hundred years. His position and loyalty to his queen landed him as the head priestesses breeder.
She bore his son, he was strong and healthy. He found that he had a strange, by Drow standards, obsession with his son. This became concerning around the young Drows 15th birthday. Lilith, with permission with Lolth, initiated a test for Narissorin. The queen came to the Lilith and Narissorin and commanded that they execute the 15 year old boy. Lilith obediently picked up a dagger and told Narissorin to hold the boy while she slit his throat.
The fear in the boys eyes made Narissorin’s heart feel something. He walked towards the boy, he wrapped his arms around the boy. Instead of holding him so the priestess could kill him he created a magical barrier.
“Lillith you will now harm our boy.” Again he used his magic against a high priestess and the Lolth. While Narissorin’s magic was strong it was not strong enough.
Narissorin was captured and forced to watch Lillth whip his boy until he was near death. A single tear fell from Narissorin’s eye as the wild dryders tore the remaining life from his sons’ body. Angered by the scene in front of him he again tried to use his magic against the Queen. Lolth deemed him an “unfaithful”, she sentenced him to a life as a dryder.
His screams of agony could be heard across many planes of existence as he was excruciatingly tortured by the transformation. From the waist down existed the body and eight legs of a giant arachnid. From the waist up he retained his elven form. He learned to exist as an exile. Narissorin was full of hate, hate for Lilith, hate for his Queen to order his boys death. He was lost and without hope. He became the definition of a monster, and a cold blooded killer.
He became obsessed with his thirst for blood. He set many traps across many different planes of existence. He would hunt for weary travelers in the caverns deep under the ground. It was during one of these days that he came across a cavern that was in this realm but not at the same time. It was like a prison, trapped transitioned half in one realm and half in another. They dark Dryder trespassed into this warded prison.
What he found, he was surely not expecting. A Dragon as black as midnight. Lying there dormant, unable to move. The Drow had nothing left to lose, so he approached the dragon. He was examining the eye lid and noticed a binding spell. He scurried over with his eight legs, so he could examine it better. He was about to touch the sleeping beasts eye, when it opened and stared right into him.
The Drow stood before the dragon without any fear. Kill me, the Drow requests. The massive beast could not move it would bound in spot. But it chuckled and smoke flowed in excess out of its nostrils.
“Narissorin, my name is Razeal. I am the dragon of night. Free me and I will give you anything you desire.”
The Drow smirked, the only thing I truly desire you can not give. You can not give me my boy back. Razeal snorts, no I can not, but I can help you out of this spiders web. Would you prefer two legs or eight Drow?
What do you require to release the binding spell? It is beyond what I can do.
The dragon snorted, seek out a creature that goes by the name Ashara. Bring her to me and kill her, I will then have what I need to change you back and with your magic you can use her artifacts to remove the binding spell.
Narissorin laughed, “I will not bring her to you.” He was distracted by his laughter knowing he could never harm Ashara.
The dragon was desperate, he wanted out of these bounds. “Alright Drow the, perhaps something more simple, can you help me to find some ingredients for a potion?”
Narrissorin laughed again, “why would I be compelled to help you beast?” It was the dragons turn to laugh.
“I can make your spells stronger.” The dragon states.
This caught his attention. “What spells can you teach me?” He asks, his curiosity now peaked.
The beast snorts, “I can give you one of my scales boy, you can use it to power your spells. It will double the effect of any spell you cast.”
Narrissorin agreed to help the Razeal, he would hunt down various ingredients and artifacts until he had obtained all the dragon asked for. The dragon kept his promise and gave the Drow his scale. Razeal tricked him though, the second Narissorin picked up the scale it burned his hand and sizzled as it melted into the drow’s hand.
An ancient rune for vessel appeared on the drow’s wirst. They dryder hissed in pain. He stumbles backwards. “What treachery is this” Narissorin demands.
The dragon laughs, “It is my gift to you, you are now a vessel for my power, you can call upon it when you need it.
Narissorin took damage from the scale, it made him weak. He had to feed soon, to recover from the drain of this scale. He could hear the laughter of the beast, which mocked him and his stupid naivety. In his normal hunting grounds, pray was scarce so he had to go to another plane. He needed to eat, every step added to his damage. The scale used more power than it gave. In his dryder form it was almost impossible to sustain. It was more than he could handle. He collapsed to the ground and passed out.
