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Kal'iksix · Guest

“With child” and “A son” The words spoken by Deathwynd echoed loudly in Kal’iksix’s head. Her hands trembled as she reached for her hairbrush on her vanity next to the card from Ronin. She ran the brush through her long white hair before smashing the mirror into pieces.

“Damnable Patron!”

Her crimson eyes ablaze with rage, Kal’iksix rose from the vanity and unsheathed one of Nalimar’s short swords from the belt he had left in her quarters. She examined it closely, contemplating cutting the foul male from her insides. She ran her slender index finger along the sharp blade.

“Did I disappoint Mother? Am I being punished? I did all She’s ever asked of me, including finding and choosing Nalimar as the Patron of the house.”

Thoughts raced through Kal’iksix’s mind as she held the short sword in her hands. Daughters! That is all she wanted! Granted daughters are more apt to stab her in the back to rise to the throne but that’s what kept Matrons young and attuned. Daughters made sure the bloodline continued.

Kal’iksix turned the blade around and placed the point to her abdomen. Her hands continued to shake as she closed her eyes and began a prayer to her Dark Queen to forgive for what she was about to do. It is a mistake for a male to be the first born child of the House of Alean'und.

Suddenly, the sword was kicked from her hands. Startled Kal’iksix opened her eyes to see Nalimar standing off to the side of her. His eyes narrowed at her but burned with rage.

“Vel'bol ph' dos xunin? Kuuv dos elgg l' ust rosin dalhar d'lil qu'ellar?”
[What are you doing? Dare you destroy the first born child of the house?]

Kal’iksix sharply backhanded him across the face. She bent and picked up the short sword. She grabbed him by the shirt and spun him around and slammed him up against the stone wall, pointing the sword point under his chin.

“Dos inbal cha'kohkev uns'aa xuil natha yeunn jaluk! Usstan zhal'la or'shanse dos ulu l' Quar'valsharess whol nindol jabplynn,” she spat at him through gritted teeth.
[You have cursed me with a pathetic male! I should sacrifice you to the Goddess for this error.]

Nalimar grabbed Kal’iksix’s wrist with the sword and swung it around and twisted it behind her back, knocking the sword from her grasp. He hissed into her ear.

“Elgg uns'aa ka dos xal, drill dos orn NAUT elgg nindol dalhar. Usstan xal tlu natha jaluk, drill Usstan tlun l' mzilst garethlu' mzilst keer wun dro'xundus. Gumash ol naut tlu destined nindel l' ust dalhar tlu natha jaluk, gareth saph ukt ilharn? Ulu dortho ukt powerful ilhar wun raeh'li nindol thac'zil wun l' Quar'valsharess' kaas?”
[Kill me if you may, but you will NOT kill this child. I may be a male, but I am the strongest and most skilled in survival. Could it not be destined that the first child be a male, strong like his father? To aid his powerful mother in dominating this land in the Goddess' name?]

Nalimar released her and turned his back to her. He bent his head low and silently chanted praises to Lolth as he waited for the killing blow from Kal’iksix for his actions. He waited a few minutes but the pain of a blade through his midsection did not come. He turned his head slightly to see Kal’iksix sitting on floor. He slid to her side and wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear.

“Jal zhah xunor whol natha sanrr, ussta Jabbress. Usstan orn zao ukta lu' morfeth ukta gareth whol dos xor uk orn el a ussta rah 'zil natha or'shanse wun dosst kaas whol l' Quar'valsharess.”
[All is done for a reason, my Mistress. I will teach him and make him strong for you or he will die by my hand as a sacrifice in your name for the Goddess.]

Kal'iksix · Guest

Kal'iksix watched as the final touches were completed on the temple for the Dark Mother. She was quite pleased with the final design and thought it was a suitable place to praise the Goddess. She anxiously awaited the return of the priestess so that regular ceremonies could begin. A wicked smile crept across her face as she imagined what Ceinwyn would do when she saw the new temple. Ever since she was told by the Patron that the Matriarch lifted the ban on the worship of other deities and named the Drow Quarter, plans went into motion to build a temple for the Goddess. The Matriarch and the Matron were civil to each other in public, but Goddess knows what they both did or said about the other once behind closed doors.

Kal'iksix dismissed the workers for the evening and climbed the stairs for the first of what she hoped would be many times. Her obsidian altar shone in the rising moonlight. The thrones sat at the ready in the back for her to watch the ceremonies. The braziers crackled and sizzled around her. The two guardian spiders sat dormant, ever on watch for anyone who may attempt to defile the temple. Kal'iksix walked behind the altar and ran her fingers along it's edge. She removed a black spider silk bag from under her arm and laid out the large ceremonial dagger along with the seven smaller ones.

As she began to place the last dagger on the altar, a sharp pain shot across her abdomen. Kal'iksix gasped loudly and grabbed the edge of the altar with one hand and place the other hand below her pregnant belly. The waves of pain came quickly and brought the Matron to her knees behind the altar. She cried out to the Goddess for help.

"My Matron," a voice came from nowhere, "is everything ok?"

Kal'iksix looked up and saw Deathwynd at her side. Her ever loyal bodyguard, never too far from her side, and always on guard. She watched as Deathwynd sheathed her kryss which she must have drawn when she hear Kal cry out.

"I'ylaera, it is time," she spoke to Deathwynd as sweat beginning to bead on Kal'iksix's brow.

Deathwynd eased the Matron down to the floor and stayed at her side as Kal'iksix summoned telepathically a few of the house slaves to come to her aid. Quickly, two humans entered the temple and moved to the back of the altar. Kal'iksix had her back against the altar, her breath labored, and holding Deathwynd's hand tightly. The nursemaids went to work quickly and began talking Kal through the pain, telling her to focus her breathing. The pain ripped through her belly more intensely now and the waves were almost on top of each other. Kal'iksix's screams echoed through the night as her body expelled the child she had carried for these past ten months.

"It is a boy, Mistress," the one nursemaid said as she wiped Kal'iksix's brow. With a blink of an eye, Deathwynd's hand connected with the human's face.

"She knew that long ago," Deathwynd hissed.

" Summon....the....Patron," Kal'iksix spoke breathlessly, her body trembling with shock. The nursemaid that Deathwynd struck bowed her head and ran off. The other nursemaid cleaned off the infant and swaddled him in the clean cloth she had brought. She walked to Kal'iksix and hesitated. "Give him to me and be gone," Kal'iksix coldly to her. The woman handed off the child, bowed, and quickly left only making eye contact with Deathwynd, who glared at her.

"Ilharess," Nalimar spoke as he rushed to Kal'iksix's side. Kal'iksix looked up at him weakly.

"Ilharn, ghil zhah dosst dalharuk," she spoke in barely a whisper as she handed off the child to him and collapsed against the back of the altar.
["Patron, here is your son,"]

Nalimar took the child and stood as Deathwynd tended to the Matron. He studied the quiet infant in his arms; the short white fuzz of hair on his head and his glossy crimson eyes. "His mother's eyes," he thought as he looked at the child. Silently, Nalimar praised the Goddess for giving him a son. Nalimar subdued his happiness and turned to face Kal'iksix, who still remained on the floor with her back against the altar. Small droplets and smears of blood surrounded the area beneath Kal'isix. Nalimar chuckled to himself in the fact that the first blood spilled within the new temple was not that of a weak victim but that of the strong Matron during childbirth. He offered Kal a smile.

"Vas'al," she spoke to Nalimar.

"Blood maniac?" He questioned her.

"Xas, you will teach him to be deadly," she whispered.

"Vas'al d'Alean'und," he spoke looking down at the infant again, "Quar'valsharess dumo lu' kyorl phor dos. Xal dosst killian elgg wun Ilta kaas 'zil al 'zil l' Ilharess'. Xal jal calice wun dosst guuan." The last part he spoke to the infant but never broke eye contact with Kal'iksix.
["Goddess bless and watch over you. May your sword kill in Her name as well as the Matron's. May all cower in your wake."]