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[Kal'iksix]

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Kal’iksix sat at The Tangled Web, overseeing the last of the arrangements for the night’s ceremony. Amal’une bustled about but to Kal’iksix, she wasn’t going nearly fast enough. Kal’iksix loathed the female but she was an asset to the Quarter, not only was she the best bartender, but she did the best job with keeping the patrons of the bar satisfied. “Little wench,” Kal’iksix murmured under her breath.

Kal’iksix looked up at the clock, the hour was rapidly approaching and she still had not heard from the Ilharn regarding the sacrifice. Kal’iksix cursed under her breath and swore that if he failed at his task, he sister would take the human’s place. What better exchange than a half breed and oh how that would be a good way to get under Alaundril’s skin. Sure it would have ticked off Drayden, but he would have to get over it or else he would join her.

Just then the door opened and Drayden strolled through, relaxed and confident. Kal’iksix’s eyes moved over him without him noticing and got a tingling sensation deep in the pit of her abdomen. They would have to consummate her choice of him as patron soon, or else he would be replaced. Many other males were itching to have the power and privileges of being the patron. Drayden bowed and addressed his Mistress.

“Vendui Ilharess,” he spoke.

“Vendui my love. All is ready as long as I have my offering.” She looked at him with a cold stare, expecting him to have failed at his task.

“I shall fetch your offering now,” he spoke with the utmost evil smile on his face, eyes never leaving hers. A shudder went through her body from his look.

“Well done my Ilharn,” Kal’iksix smiled.

As quickly as he appeared, he was gone to fetch her female human offering. Kal’iksix turned as saw the look of lust in Amal’une’s eyes focused on the spot where Drayden had been standing. Filled with rage, she threw a nearby goblet at the girl, which struck her squarely on the side of the head. Snapping out of her trance, Amal’une went back to work. Kal’iksix turned back around to the sound of the door opening, to find Soren, a local craftswoman making her delivery of the cakes that Kal’iksix had commissioned from her. Kal’iksix smiled as all the pieces were falling into place. Even an orca chieftain popped in. She was sure it was an incidental visit, but Kal’iksix made a mental note to contract the orcs to be at her command if she should ever need them. Pausing several times to translate his speech, Kal’iksix chuckled several times at the mention of “shadow pointies” and the “mojo deddie”. She instantly liked him, even if he was a smelly orc.

Drayden returned with her offering that he had found. She was a lovely blonde headed female, could not be more than in her twenties, and named Cleanne. While speaking with her, Kal’iksix found out that she was from Yew and not very wise on many things. Kal’iksix ordered Amal’une to give Cleanne the special house wine, with an emphasis on special. Amal’une nodded and fetched the wine that was laced with Dhar’Zhal’s Distonia potion and dispensed a cup into a goblet. Through the simple conversations, Kal’iksix watched in pure delight as Cleanne’s behavior showed classic signs of its effect. The nonsensical ramblings, the hallucinations that kept attracting her attention, and her drop in sensing any threat that was about to befall her.

Shortly, the tavern began filling with guests that had read the announcement that Kal’iksix had posted throughout Umbra. She beamed when she saw the various members of the Ebon, which included Ceinwyn herself. Kal’iksix was shocked but happy to see her old friend, but something about her was different. The usual fire in her seemed to have been extinguished. She would have to invite her over to discuss this one night. Kal’iksix soon became quite thrilled at the turnout once she saw Ebon Skull's herald, Dealthagar, in attendance. “He radiates pure evil,” Lolth’s voice boomed in Kal’iksix’s head, which caused Kal to shudder.

The clock soon struck the top of the hour, so Kal’iksix commanded Drayden to take the guests to the temple. Kal’iksix was to remain behind with Cleanne to make sure she was heavily drugged as to not suspect that she was about to die. Just then, the door opened and Kal’iksix recognized a familiar figure, with her neatly tucked leather wings and hourglass shape. The figure approached and dropped to one knee.

“My Matron,” the figure spoke.

“General Deathwynd, how wonderful of you to come!” Kal’iksix tried to hold back her excitement in seeing her lost General. “Deathwynd, will you carry our special guest to the temple for me?”

“As you wish my Mistress,” Deathwynd purred, which sent another shudder through Kal.

Within moments, the temple was buzzing with guests. Kal’iksix’s heart swelled with pride and anticipation of the event. She approached the altar and thought in her head, “How’s this for a turnout Mother.” Walking behind the altar, Kal’iksix invited Dealthagar to stand to her left. He humbly obliged and Kal felt a sudden surge of evil energy course through her. The Goddess was pleased so far. Kal feed from that energy as Drayden took his place at her right side. Deathwynd stood behind Cleanne, purring in her ear words of soothing. Poor girl had no idea she was about to meet the Dark Mother. Kal’iksix caught the sight of Soren out of the corner of her eye. She sighed for she knew this was going to be quite traumatic for the poor girl. All the others in attendance were pure evil and bask in ceremonies such as this. The chieftain standing next to her was rambling on about what was going on.

Kal’iksix started the ceremony; many prayers spoken in praise to the Spider Queen, invoking Her Blessing on Umbra and the child queen. Kal’iksix’s muscles tensed every time she thought of Catherine, but she knew that there was a plan, and only prayed that something would happen to her to allow Kal and Darrien to take the thrones of Umbra together. Drawing the herald’s energy, Kal’iksix reached for the orvelves* that were arranged on the altar. Deathwynd encouraged Cleanne to lean on the altar to steady her as the nausea began to start. Kal recognized this as a sign of the drug wearing off. Quickly she sliced through the woman’s wrists. She barely cried out, only complaining to the “nice matron mother” that she was hurting. Kal’iksix walked around the altar, muttering drowish incantations under her breath and approached the bleeding woman. Comforting her and stroking her cheek, Kal gave her the most sympathetic look to quiet the woman. As soon as she sense the relaxation set in, Kal’iksix raised the orvelve and buried it deep in the woman’s chest. Hoots and hollers combined with the gasps that no doubt came from Soren, Kal’iksix continued to push the dagger into the woman, watching the blood gurgle up from her throat and spill out. She smiled sadistically and withdrew the dagger with a twisting motion, making sure to sever all vessels. The woman collapsed onto the floor, her lifeline pouring out of her and down the stairs. Kal heard the sound of retching, again knowing this was Soren. The orc was muttering something about Soren having a turn and what was going to happen to the body. Kal turned to face the herald and turned the body over to the orc, she was done with it. “Well done Daughter,” was all she heard in her head as she announced that the Spider Queen was pleased with the offering.

After reassuring Soren, that no harm would befall her, Kal’iksix invited all to the tavern for merriment and drinks. The mood was of celebration and proclaiming Umbra’s power as a united city. As the hours passed, the guests dissipated and Kal’iksix was left speaking with the herald. He intrigued her and she wanted to learn more from him in his art of technomancy and flesh working. She even offered the wench Amal’une for his experiments. Kal felt a growing bond between them, and knew he would be quite an asset to have. He seemed quite interested in the drow race for research, which made Kal smirk at the thought of many nights of discussion with him. Eventually all made their way home. Deathwynd also gave her brief report of her travels which included spotting a drow from her past, another one from the Viaxus house. She made note to find this Zynith Viaxus to either kill him or to add him to her house once he renounced that weak empress Viaxus. Gradually she was escorted home by the patron and he joined her in bed for some much needed rest, of course after his patron duties were completed.

“The year of the Spider,” Kal’iksix whispered aloud.
““Long live my Matron Kal’iksix. L'elamshin d'lil Ilythiiri zhah ulu har'luth jal,” Drayden whispered back into her ear.
(The destiny of the Drow is to conquer all)



* Sacrificial spider dagger

[Drayden Calamyr]

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How long had it been? A week...two? The sacrifice went well, it seemed that their dark queen truly approved of their choice. A fair Moonglowian woman, young in years. So eager to set out to see the world and learn of new things. It surprised the First Male then that his task was so easily set before him. Long before this moment came he had planned every action, every word and every spell it may take to subdue the would be sacrifice. Fortunately, he was able to use his mind to mislead the silly girl into following him to Shinduago Charnnagen. Humans are so silly. No wonder Father sees them as he does. I could have taken this girl wherever I wanted to. I could have slain her myself...
Such things were not his station. If his Queen had wanted that, she would have directed him so. Drayden remembered his place and did as his Matron directed. Within a few moments of speaking with her she was convinced she had won some sort of contest and was following him into his moongate to the Drow city near Umbra.
As he presented his gift to Matron Kal'iksix, a bit of regret could be felt somewhere deep inside in the forgotten corners of his mind. In a different time, a different place....Drayden would never bring harm to one like this...Cleanne.
His desire to please his Matron and ultimately his Dark Queen was the only consolation he had. Was he that much different now than he was before he came to call Shinduago Charnnagen? Some would say yes, some would say no. Drayden offered the lovely young woman, Cleanne to his Matron. He bowed his head as he did so, looking up briefly to see the firey red orbs of his Matron Mother staring into his. She was pleased, as any Drow woman would be to receive a gift such as this. Drayden knew, as their eyes caught for barely a fraction of a second, that she delighted in such things. But there was more to her gaze than he could see....he could feel her gaze burning into his very soul. A gaze that was not unwelcome, and as the days had gone on. He wanted more than just a lusty gaze from her...
He remained quiet most of the evening. Drayden watched the Matron's slave girl feed the human girl "drinks" drinks that reeked of a strange underdark fruit he had not seen in ages. Throughout the ceremony Drayden could feel his Dark Queen's power. He could see it in every motion of Kal'iksix's movement, hear it in every word she spoke. As the ritual reached it's climax the General moved to the sacrifice and held her arms, keeping the girl prone as the Umbran onlookers watched in silence, moments before the dark ritual reached the end that Drayden already had known. Lloth's chosen watched like rabbid dogs...their eager anticipation of the kill could almost be smelled. Cleanne began to cry out as she saw the Matron stalking towards her, a vicious looking knife clenched in her hand. It was obvious to him that the drug was wearing off, the time for the kill was now.
Drayden fixed a cold expression on his face as he watched his beloved Matron plunge the curved wicked knife into the girl's chest. The blood flowed freely, she screamed for a moment in agony as the Dark Queen ripped her miserable life from her dying body....she still lived, writhing and fighting. In unison the General plunged her knife into the back of the helpless girl's as she began to crumple. "Corp Por" followed by a quick wave of his hand sent a crackling bolt of energy ripping through her, ending her life and sending her to her new home in the Abyss. Home with his Queen. Release from the pain that this soul so desperately needed to end. Any anger, any pain or remorse that he felt was whisked away by the look of extasy and pleasure that his female brethren held. He knew he had done what was needed. He did it for his Matron, his house and the favor of his glorious Queen.