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[Illiamara]

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Illiamara's birth had been answered with a quick and easy conclusion for everybody present and concerned: She would never grow up to live among the few worthy Sisters. Whether this was due to her ongoing whimpering or the general fragile and slim appearance she kept remains mysterious.
Whatever the reasons may have been, a decision any Drow would consider more than sensible had to be made; though as drow customs go, sensible decisions tend to go hand in hand with cruel ambitions.
Would Illiamara die a horrible death? According to the Priests she would have been an insult rather than an honour to Lolth, and therefore her becoming a sacrifice was out of question. A few scars and short debates lead to a ripe solution: She would be sent to the Sorcerie.
Once she arrived at the Sorcerie, a long period of torment and suffering was waiting for her, drooling and gazing like a manically bloodthirsty beast. Though she was still unaware of her doom.
That however changed soon, for there was no mercy even for the youngest.
The details of her years at the Sorcerie shall not be mentioned here, but as far as grim goes they could have competed well with most things one may dare to imagine.
At an uncertain time during those "dark years" fortune may have been touched by Illiamara's story just a bit: A Sorcerie student witnessed Illiamra's unyielding strength and endurance. It seemed like life had plans with her contradicting with whatever
the Priests first predicted.
A request to obtain Illiamra as a slave were answered with validation, and she then started to cultivate Illiamara into a loyal servant who, in time, happened to turn out very strong and reliable. As promising as this may sound, there was also a downside to it: She always struggled
to accept any authority, and this trait got her into trouble numerous times. Since Illiamara had been exposed to a lot of pain since her birth, the punishments she often had to receive have always been more of a treat for her.

Her intensive and promising combat training, with the focus cast on making her a quiet, unnoticed, deadly fighter of the shadows. She learned to take advantage of being hidden, ever so often surprising her victims like a deadly viper and most of the time being just as, if not even more effective.
Illiamara learned how to maintain her composure in social situations.

On a rainy afternoon in vesper a Drow man stood watching her.. He spoke quietly to her :"Gaer ph'naut mzil saph udossa, udos zhal'la unite.. valm udossa lu'udos orn controle jal. Ol zhah udossta draeval"

" There are not many of our kind, Join us and we will again take controle" Her lips curld into a wicked smile and she nodded to him.

After a few moments of speaking a friendship had began and a new chapter in her life started.
She new her time had come, she would no longer serve others and one day go back and reclaim her house and seek revenge on her mother and sisters who plotted against her at birth.
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"Friendship is the mother of betrayal, darkness is the father"