zar'ahal

At the end of the first day he stopped missing the light. At the end of the second day he was too hungry and thirsty to think properly. By the end of the third day he was wondering how long had passed unable to parse the time in the infinite darkness of the cell. Cell was a generous word, it...

Zar'Ahal was still alive and well in the day following the coronation. Sazalam had returned to the plaza where yesterday the fates of many, including himself, were changed forever. Now it was still as death and it was death that he sought out there. The memory of death. Slowly he measured the...

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...

Fain was in the training room. It was the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep, so he got to work. His rapier’s blade was naked in the dim glow, it’s point and edges magically dulled, before him a trio of training golems shambled about waiting for his next move. Fain wore no armor, his chest...

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...

Zar'Ahal was many things to many, different, people but to Mai'Traya it was a complicated mess of a place that was almost entirely out of the range of her special interest - so she really didn't care too much about it. Some people (her mother especially) found it unseemly that her workshop was...

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...

The city of Zar'Ahal never really slept, but instead it churned constantly. It was perhaps late at night on the surface, or maybe the middle of the day. There was no way to tell. The completely subterranean city was lit with the same even glow from a thousand glow lamps, never put to rest. The...

There is beauty in darkness. That is what most Drow would tell you, and as you would understand it they're not wrong. Beauty can be found everywhere. A glow worm with intricate spun silk perhaps, or maybe the way the moon casts a wane light across a still quiet lake. But the Drow of Zar'ahal...

“I will not risk another female mage and that’s final.” Vyx’aria was bristling with rage, and it bubbled just underneath the surface. There was nothing she could say about it, not when it was the warlord addressing her. Vyx’aria had taken Alvyana with her to the surface, but the woman had...