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At War with the Drow (Closed for AmbrosiaCaress)
A year ago, the peace that the kingdom of Draathil had been enjoying during the previous decade was shattered overnight. In the dark of night, villages nearest the mountains to the west were overrun by the deft, skilled warriors and deadly wizards of the subterranean drow elves, led by their matriarchal priestesses. Lovely as any other elves, these dark-skinned humanoids were a cruel, vicious offshoot of that long-lived race, almost mythical by the time they began to attack the surface due to their rarity away from their underground homes. Not only were they attacking now, however, but they were fortifying their positions, sending slaves back home and readying for invasion deeper into the Draathi heartland.
Things looked bleak for the primarily-human kingdom at first; in the first six months, they were playing catch-up, rushing to mobilize and neutralize the gains made by the invaders. Then, however, what seemed a devastating loss on the surface, the death of the royal general Koriil Lansraad, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. His second in command, it turned out, was a tactical prodigy whose talents were being wasted under his leadership. Maerek Olsden, who would soon come to be known as "The Nighthammer", had a somewhat vicious outlook on war that was ideal in combating the drow, even if his methods made some of the other nobles at court a bit uncomfortable. In the end, however, the king decided that it was worth some discomfort to avoid his country being overrun, and made Maerek's ascension to royal general permanent.
Since then, the war has been a more even affair, and the Draathi even managed to regain some ground. A year into the conflict, however, saw great fortune fall upon The Nighthammer's war effort: during a particularly grueling battle, one of the fabled matron mothers of the drow noble families has fallen into his hands as a prisoner of war. Fitted with a special collar that would prevent her from calling on the favor of their spider goddess Loth, she was then brought to the keep where Maerek was directing the royal armies from, near the main battlefront, and taken to a cell in the dungeons. As the royal general made his way down into the bowels of the keep, there was an intent and curious gleam in his black eyes, a reflection of his musings on what he would find within the cell when he reached it.
A year ago, the peace that the kingdom of Draathil had been enjoying during the previous decade was shattered overnight. In the dark of night, villages nearest the mountains to the west were overrun by the deft, skilled warriors and deadly wizards of the subterranean drow elves, led by their matriarchal priestesses. Lovely as any other elves, these dark-skinned humanoids were a cruel, vicious offshoot of that long-lived race, almost mythical by the time they began to attack the surface due to their rarity away from their underground homes. Not only were they attacking now, however, but they were fortifying their positions, sending slaves back home and readying for invasion deeper into the Draathi heartland.
Things looked bleak for the primarily-human kingdom at first; in the first six months, they were playing catch-up, rushing to mobilize and neutralize the gains made by the invaders. Then, however, what seemed a devastating loss on the surface, the death of the royal general Koriil Lansraad, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. His second in command, it turned out, was a tactical prodigy whose talents were being wasted under his leadership. Maerek Olsden, who would soon come to be known as "The Nighthammer", had a somewhat vicious outlook on war that was ideal in combating the drow, even if his methods made some of the other nobles at court a bit uncomfortable. In the end, however, the king decided that it was worth some discomfort to avoid his country being overrun, and made Maerek's ascension to royal general permanent.
Since then, the war has been a more even affair, and the Draathi even managed to regain some ground. A year into the conflict, however, saw great fortune fall upon The Nighthammer's war effort: during a particularly grueling battle, one of the fabled matron mothers of the drow noble families has fallen into his hands as a prisoner of war. Fitted with a special collar that would prevent her from calling on the favor of their spider goddess Loth, she was then brought to the keep where Maerek was directing the royal armies from, near the main battlefront, and taken to a cell in the dungeons. As the royal general made his way down into the bowels of the keep, there was an intent and curious gleam in his black eyes, a reflection of his musings on what he would find within the cell when he reached it.
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