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[Drayden Calamyr]

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Blood of the Drow...
The voice had ceased it's constant intrusions. These were the only words that Drayden heard now in the quiet of the Umbran night. The past few months had given Drayden time to ponder his future here in Umbra. His purpose here in Shinduago Charnagen was clear: He was Governor of the Province and Patron to the first house of the newly formed Drow city. There was more to Shinduago Charnnagen's inhabitants than outsiders knew. He could feel the cool breeze of Southern Malas, smell the decay of the dead. He could smell his Ilharess. His lover and leader. His thoughts were interrupted then and a smile crossed his face as he looked back toward the resting form of Kal'iksix.
We have our Dark Queen my dear...
Lloth had proven to be the only thing that could truly unify a disorganized mess of Drow males. The old ways of in-fighting seemed to be at an end. The proclamation from that arrived from Stonegate several days ago did not go unnoticed and much had spoken of how to handle such a scenario were an invasion to occur. Drayden found great pleasure in the fact that most of those who lived in Umbra would rather unify and work together than turn on each other. Such a story had happened countless times in the past, and the result was always the same. Umbra was conquered. That would not happen again.
But what of me? I fought long to balance the world...but in that journey I have found that it takes darkness to achieve that goal. It takes the cold dark hand of death to bring peace. Darkness. Chaos. I am drow, this is what is expected of me. I long have wished to serve a calling. I have sought faith in all corners of the world. Never have I felt the connection, the comfort that our Dark Mother bestows upon me. Without her, we would be nothing but brigands. Nothing but black skinned elves...she embodies what we are. What I am. Father would be pleased...isn't this what he wanted?"
His chest burned steadily with every passing breath. Again he could feel the chaos burning in his veins. That same feeling that he had when he cast his first spell...the same feeling he had after he had burned a forest to the ground. The same feeling he had reading those dark words of necromancy and feeling the dead walking amongst you.
The seed of chaos....
His hand went to his bare chest he could feel an unnatural warmth. He could see a faint glow beneath his skin. He sighed and closed his eyes. clearing his mind of the thoughts that kept him out here. It had begun after he ran from the caves where his father had held him captive. Having a female known simply as "Sister Pain". The wicked Sister did not disappoint...she caused him more pain then he thought he could endure.The thoughts were becoming clearer now he remembered Sister and sliding his kryss in between her ribs. Feeling the life being dragged from her body. The silence of a few moments where Drayden could remember one emotion....pleasure. It had pleased him greatly to take vengeance on this female. Apparently his father as well.
The naked drow turned and made his way back toward Kal'iksix's bed chamber with a slight smile on his face. She's different than that wicked sister. Killing won't be needed...perhaps it is time to take my place at her side and succeed where her pet Nalimar failed...