drow

Weeks had passed since her coronation, yet idleness was not a vice Vyx’aria indulged. Shay Tirloc, Dhunbor, and Zar’Ahal now bent beneath a single banner, but unity was only the beginning. Beyond them lay other cities, other thrones yet unbroken, and wars that would not plan themselves. She had...

The Coronation Ground The obsidian tiles of the Queen’s Plaza, in front of the Queen’s Palace, glistened with fresh polish, their black sheen cut through with glimmering veins of red-tinged quartz that pulsed softly in the lowlight. Spider silk banners stretched between carved pillars...

The Amol-Khalit wilds were, in Tiff’s professional estimation, a dreadfully uncoordinated landscape. The dust was too aggressive, the heat lacked any sense of theatrical timing, and the jagged rocks looked entirely unpolished. Still, he sat atop his flamboyant, violet-painted wagon humming a...

Ispir might not have been the sharpest blade in the barracks but even he could tell that his travel from Crobhear toward where he has been told Drow were said to roam in The Spine has been.... Unusual. No sounds of wildlife permeated the scant treetops that dotted the mountains. Even the scant...

Shay Tirloc or "the Twin Stalagmites" was so named for the pair of massive stalagmites that sprung up from the city center, extending all the way from the base of the cavern it occupied to the ceiling. At over fifty meters thick, the solid stone had been hewn out by Drow slaves many centuries...

The obsidian square of Zar’Ahal reeked of panic and death. Smoke curled in lazy tendrils through shattered stained glass high above, casting prismatic shadows across the flagstones slick with blood. Elzyrra’s charred crown lay crushed beneath the boot of a panicked guard; the body of the regent...

The wind on the surface was always something strange to her, even after all these years. It skimmed across the tallgrass in long, rippling waves, rustling against her legs and whispering through her cloak. Alliria was starting to fade behind her. Ahead, the land unfurled in untamed silence...

The carriage moved sleekly through the subterranean street, not by wheels or hooves, but by scaled claws. Zar'Ahal demanded mounts and transports that could easily scale sheer surfaces; as such, preferred mounts often ended with large spiders or lizards. This giant riding lizard spanned about...

Vyx'aria told Zathria that she had to start playing well with others, and she didn't like that. She was downright terrible at it! She gave commands and people followed them or they lost their head. Life was so simple when it was like that. But now they had nowhere near the resources they had...

Hey! I’m pretty new so im looking for threads with my laid-back drow. I am willing to go pretty much any direction for a thread. Roul is a pretty dedicated statue carver. Hope to see one of your characters out there in a thread with Drawen or Roul!

Sealing Fates in Solitude Vel’duith reclined alone on the blissfully hot, smooth-carved obsidian shelf, the balmy volcanic spring water tickling her ears and chin, hands tucked over the scant, barely perceptible pad of fat that passed for her belly, her silken, snow-white hair swirling with the...

The man who had appeared to Feyrith after her encounter with the cultists within the aqueduct had given her an invite to appear at the manor of House Iskandar within Alliria in two days time. Noting that this would be a meeting with the head of the House who would no doubt have a keen interest...

The dawn light filtered through woven awnings and sandstone arches, painting warm gold over the outer districts of Lazular. Grain carts rumbled past stone courtyards, the scent of dates and dust already thick in the air. Beneath the low call of morning traders, a single sharp cry cut through: a...

Elbion, The Port District The drow opened up his eyes as the sun was going down. Twilight hues of peach and purple glowed in through the window glass and painted the room in watercolor luminosity. He lay sprawled across a shabby bed in an upper room of dockside inn. Waking up, groggy, he...

Raath - Al'Ken Estate Blood and death were nothing new in the city of Raath. War. Crime. Executions. Raath had tasted blood from almost every form imaginable. That was what it meant to be a city of Drow, or Dark Elves, or at least to have once been. Over the centuries things had changed...

Somewhere East of Elbion The soft murmur of a bustling, rural village cascaded across the rolling hills - their pleasant sound waves reaching deep into the wood beyond, as if carried by the trees sharing in the calm. Jiv'undus had never heard anything like it, but it's sound had drawn him from...

The narrow trail of trampled dirt was a beautiful trail to follow. The only sign that humans had been there, and it didn't spoil the sight of the trees around them. Zarra, for one, was glad that the sun was setting over the western horizon. She had a sunhat to prevent her eyes from being hurt...

Zarra was not having fun. Sure she understood perfectly well that she as a drow was hated by basically everyone, and for good reason. But still, did they have to hit that hard? She'd long gotten over her initial seasickness, as they'd now been on a ship for nearly two weeks. But she was far...

Why couldn't people just learn to leave him alone. He'd be fine with working with those damned criminals if they were willing to give him a fair cut. But he was a tiefling, and they weren't exactly willing to cooperate, so more often than not he just incinerated them, or maybe just clobbered...

The Underrealm was a place of wonders that few could imagine outside of it's true, native, denizens. One such wonder was the Cathedral that could be found within the capital city of the Drow. It's stonework was masterful, it's stained glass tasteful and it's size imposing on a very real level...