Follows: The Beacons Set Ablaze
Viconia swung her six-headed snake whip, letting it crack within the ranks of the Drow warriors standing at attention before her. Blood flowed, but no one made a sound or moved a muscle.
Viconia was finding it difficult to bridle her bloodlust and her impatience at the delay in their departure was not improving her mood. She was incredibly sadistic, even her mother had found it hard to control her. She carried and used her whip constantly, spite and anger her constant companions.
She was the half-sister and daughter of Felyndiira, a powerful priestess of Lolth from the neighbouring, allied Drow clan of the House Q'Alton, she was brutal, and she always punished infractions quickly.
Viconia was big by drow standards, with rounded shoulders and hips. She killed her mother without justification or warning, yet as a daughter of the powerful Q'Alton's, Felyndiira exiled her to Blackmoor, placing her under the tutelage of Zarra, High Priestess of their Goddess, and in Felyndiira's mind, the only person who could control the wayward Drowess.
Zarra had wasted little time in promoting Viconia to Commander of her Drow Forces, a task which both kept her occupied and proved the exact antidote to her undisciplined manner.
Together they had raised the Lizard Riders from the ashen moors and Viconia had trained the Drow warriors to become the most feared army in Blackmoor, Vhaerun and indeed in all Lisianthus.
Rumours of the bloodthirsty cruelty of the Blackmoor Drow army had slithered into every part of the Realm. The Elves still kept a close watch on the borders towards the Shadowlands, their memories of the last battles between the two races as fresh as each new dawn and forever entwined with anguish over the destruction and sheer numberless loss of lives so long ago.
Viconia glared into the mass of armour, weapons and savage faces in formation before her. The molten river surged wildly on either side as if alive and throbbing to the urgency of the situation.
The Drow Commander addressed the gathered troops, thousandfold in numbers. Female drow mercenaries leading, followed by row upon row of male drow gladiators with the hideous Lizard Riders bringing up the rear.
Viconia spoke with authority, her voice ringing across the plains. "Fighters! We march towards the coast of Vhaerun to massacre the Weaklings of the Clan of Amerakhte!"
A deafening growl of tumultuous energy echoed across the mountains. Viconia raised her whip, the hissing of the snakes subsiding with the quieting of the assembly and continued forcefully, "The Craven Ones will have retreated and severed all ties to land. We shall take up position with our flame-throwers and catapults along the coastline."
Viconia paused to relish the unequivocal attention focused on her commands.
"Our allies, the Urulóki shall aid our sight by casting the first flames upon the dwellings, where Amerakhte und her feeble clan cower in fear. This will assist our aim from the shoreline and as they flee from the carnage back towards land, we shall soak the mud and scum with their blood!"
The cry of approval shook the ground beneath her and Viconia felt the adrenalin pulse through her entire body.
This was HER moment.
Zarra would be compelled to reward her as SHE saw fit upon her victorious return and she intended to rule Blackmoor more independently from that point onward. The High Priestess could remain in her lair and secure the benevolence of their Goddess Lolth - under guard of course - but it would be Viconia who would steer the future course of the Blackmoor Drow to ascendancy over the whole of Lisianthus!
She was burning with desire to butcher the Drow clans of Vhaerun... one after the other. The fire-drakes had come at Zarra's bidding, yet their thirst for domination made them easily persuadable and she intended to give them full control of the Dragon Lands to the north, if they swore their allegiance to her.
Viconia expected to return to Blackmoor after ten sunsets, no more. She had no intention of continuing on to overthrow Sirenia. She, like most Drow, hated water and she had always regarded the Merfolk beneath her consideration. Zarra's plans were of little concern now... there were greater prizes within sight and Viconia refused to waste the power of the invincible army at her command.
A restless rustling raced through the eager masses and Viconia raised her whip high above her head. She roared across the heads of the warriors a battle cry,
"Lolth tlu mall; jall ultrinnan zhah xundus!" (Lolth be praised; all victory is her doing!)
... and mounting her wild grey steed, she galloped forth towards the coast, the howls and snarls of the surging Drow Forces at her back.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Viconia: Commander of the Blackmoor Drow. Exiled from the Drow House of Q'Alton. High Priestess Zarra, seeing untapped potential in the brutal child, agreed to spare Viconia's life and train her in warfare and magic.
Zarra: High Priestess of Lolth. She rules the Drow of Blackmoor.
Clan of Amerakhte: Coastal dwelling clan of the Chieftess Amerakhte. Enemy of Zarra.
Drow Forces of Blackmoor: unnumbered warriors led by savage female drow, their numbers strengthened by bands of mercenerary male Drow and common male Drow soldiers.
Lizard Riders: hideous, unyielding monsters summoned by Zarra from the depths of the Peaked Mountains.
Have an affinity with lizards and other reptiles, who they breed and train to carry them.
Urulóki: small Fire-drakes. Winged serpent-bodied drakes with the ability to breathe fire, but only for short periods. Not as large as dragons, but more vicious.
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