The wind whipped at her cloak as she stood watching the lava hiss and seethe in the river below.
She scowled, her low snarl of contempt unable to drown out the airborne dirge swirling around her, resonating fierce defiance.
She directed her anger and wrath towards the coastline of Vhaerun, cursing the Chieftess and her combat-hungry offsprings, those who dared to openly contest her authority and show her defiance!
Yet Zarra remained still amidst the tumult, jolted into movement only when a near inaudible screech penetrated her consciousness.
The Drow Priestess hurried from her lair, signaling impatiently for her Wolves to remain at their Watch. She ignored their whining calls as she crossed the land bridge dividing the magma waters and entered the murky caves, rapidly engulfed in its nebulous gloom, which was soon broken by a rasping voice, filling the cavern with its suffocating immensity.
Zarra hesitated a mere moment, yet the pause demonstrated the disquiet within her.
"Come to me, WANRE OG'ELENDAR (my treasonous servant). The time is near to implement my Will, to regain that which the Weak had lost and to impose my Supremacy over all living and dead things in these Lands!"
She moved towards the voice, ignoring the growl of the bloodthirsty Wargs observing her with hungry eyes, all her control focused on not betraying any further sign of apprehension.
The Darkness parted to reveal her true Master, her Deliverer, the Daemon who laid dominion to her soul.
Zarra felt his Force compelling her to her knees, her eyes downcast and her wary tone revealing a tremor of dread, "Jabbuk ultrin, a'dos quarry." (Supreme Master, I am at your command.)
The Bone King sneered a taunting smile, his dagger descending to rest under her chin and raising her face to look into his leering eyes.
His next words scraped across her very substance, shattering her mask of arrogance and authority,
"DALHARIL (Daughter), you were foolish to try to escape your destiny. Devoting yourself to such an insubstantial goddess as Lolth could never protect you from the truth of your ancestry!"
By the will of the powerful tyrant, Zarra was propelled to her feet and one skeletal hand traced a path from her neck to her chest. The Priestess suppressed a shudder as she watched desire flare across his spectral features.
"My appetite for revenge is ablaze and your traitorous masquerade as YATHTALLAR (High Priestess of Lolth) will serve my plans well. Gather your Drow forces, annihilate all who oppose your Will and then return to me and I will unleash the Forces of Darkness that have waited with me for vengeance all these Ages!"
Zarra relaxed slightly within his grasp, her mind a whirl of schemes to overthrow the coastal Drow clan, the rid herself of the insufferable Amerakhte, and continue on to destroy the unstable realm of Sirenia.
Her plotting ceased instantaneously as a piercing cold chilled her from deep within, crawling unto the tips of her nails...
"XUN IZIL DOS PHUUL QUARTHEN, LUETH DRO!" (Do as you are ordered, and live!), he spoke icily, invading her thoughts before pitching her roughly onto a pile of rags and leftover remains of spiders and bats. "Follow MY orders. Your ambition shall be your downfall, WAEL (Fool).!"
Zarra whimpered as her head hit a boulder, but she bit her lip to stop further sound escaping. The Bone King towered over her and she realised that his orders were not yet her dismissal. He had never allowed her to depart without asserting his domination over her. She tasted blood as her sharpened teeth cut through the soft flesh of her lip and she bowed her head in realisation of what was to come.
"Never forget that I am your Sire, MRIMM D'SSINSS (Lover)! Your overzealous behaviour could prove fatal," his voice slithered across her consciousness as she felt his weight pin her to the frigid ground, "...yet it also serves to arouse the Final Nazgul, the Black Shadow, the Bone King, the Lord of Ages Past, he who shall finally impel all of these Lands to his submission!"
Zarra closed her eyes and a silent scream pierced her soul as his blackness enfolded and crushed her.
Zarra: Drow, High Priestess of the Spider Goddess, Lolth
Amerakhte: Chieftess of a coastal Drow clan
The Bone King: A force of Darkness, the last of the Nazgul (once human Kings who were corrupted by Supreme Evil and who were presumed perished during the War of the Ring). The Bone King survived and hid in the Pit of Despair near Blackmoor, secretly gathering a new following, mainly among the Drow and Orcs, by use of seduction, violence or torture, as each situation called for.