Deep within the world, where sunlight dares not penetrate and the air hangs heavy with moisture, lies the Underdark. A labyrinth of tunnels, it is a realm where ethereal creatures lurk, and danger lurks around every corner. Forgotten legends speak of devious plots hidden deep within its depths, but only the curious dare to venture into this mysterious expanse.
The Underdark is a place where adaptation depends on instinct. The intuition are sharpened, for even the slightest sound can signal a whisper of danger. Beings both beautiful dwell here, each with its own desires. Surviving a path through this darkness requires wisdom, and even then, the outcome is never guaranteed.
Whisper of the Nightblades
The murky depths of the city held a myriad tales whispered amongst its residents. But the most renowned was that of the Nightblades, an order shrouded in secrecy. Their tools were said to be forged from shadows, and their abilities unmatched. Gospels circulated of their swift movements, striking with the lethality of a viper. Some claimed they were protectors, while others believed them to be warriors of an ancient force. Whatever their true purpose, the Nightblades remained a phantom in the heart of the city, a echo of danger that kept some awake at night.
Moon of the Hunt Drow Slayer
Beneath the canopy, a figure moves. He hacks a path through the wood of this forgotten land, his eyes fixed on the target ahead. His name is whispered in fear. He is the Drow Slayer, a nightmare who inflicts justice upon the vile creatures of the Underdark.
Driven by a unyielding desire to avenge his clan, shattered by the malice of the Drow. No step he takes is a vow to purge them from this world, to bring peace.
His weapons are honed to a razor's edge, and his skills are legendary. He stands the wrath of a cyclone, and his attacks are swift and unyielding.
The Drow cower at the sound of his name, for they know that destruction follows close behind. He is their doom at his hands. He is the Hunter's Moon, and their reign awaits them all.
The Scourge of Lolth's Guard
Within the darkest depths of the Underdark, where shadows dance check here and fear reigns supreme, lurks a terror known as the Scourge upon Lolth's Guard. These monstrous creatures are shaped in the very essence of Lolth's wrath, commanded to carry out her will. Each member of this elite force is a expert in annihilation, their every deed dripping with blood. They stalk their prey with a chilling precision, leaving behind only a trail of destruction. Beware, traveler, for should you cross the Scourge to Lolth's Guard, your end is sealed.
Picked She Who Spins Silks'
Those marked as the Spider Queen's Chosen are seldom seen in the mortal realm. They emerge from the shadows, touched with the power to manipulate fate itself. Their allegiance to their Mistress is unwavering, a bond forged in the heart of the web. They are desired by those who seek the Spider Queen's power, but they remain unseen. Their goals remain a mystery, their intentions unclear. Some whisper of a approaching day when the chosen will rise and claim their rightful place.
Ebon Arrows and Dark Magic
The whispers concerning ancient lore speak regarding ebon arrows forged in the heart within dark enchantment. These arrows, they say, are tipped with pieces of a fallen star, blessed by the power with forbidden rituals. The palpable graze from an ebon arrow inflicts wounds that bleed not black liquid, but also the soul itself.
This is said that the arrows are fueled by shadowy magic, drawn by the tomb of long-forgotten sorcerers. Once an ebon arrow finds its mark, they feeds on the spirit of the victim, stealing behind a husk devoid in all light.