bad guys

It was difficult to find places on the surface for a Drow to fit in. In this case, fit in was a strong word for what Zathria was doing. With hood pulled up over her head and a scarf pulled around most of her face, her features were obscured to the point that making out that she was a Drow under...

Vyx’aria ground her teeth as she silently reflected on her fall from grace. Her victories at Dhunbor, her leadership of Drow, all of that shattered by a rival House snatching it away from her. Leaving her disgraced and fleeing to the surface permanently. Humiliation was too small a word for the...

"How long has it been old friend? How long since we heard their screams? How long since we saw their tears? How long since we felt their terror." The voice seemed to ring in his ear, a sounding call that urged for action. He had heard it before. That voice, that call. It was so familiar, so...