Vorn would look over towards Aunrae as she spoke, before holding out his hands. "<b>Our people are too focused on establishing power, purifying bloodlines, and garnering more wealth and influence......I seek to understand how our civilization came to be- We've built great works, like Lolth's Web, and the Gates of Menzoberranzan, no pathetic surface dweller can say they've built better- The City of Leuthilspar, the capitol of the Moon elves, pales in comparison to the Temple-City of Guallidurth. Where their race has rested comfortably in a seat of power, we've fought and thrived in the Underdark- We're it's true masters, and Lady Loth? She is the truest of them all. Long may be her days." </b>Vorn stated. The Drow did not have the benefits and luxuries that came with being a surface dweller, down here you had to fight to survive.<br/><br/>But to Survive is to endure and prosper. The Drow have certainly survived.<br/><br/>House Xiltyn certainly retained their fanatical worship of Lolth from House Melarn- Melarn was known to make enemies of the other houses, as they commonly cleansed and destroyed them for perceived heresy's and blasphemies against Lolth. They were largely military as well, explaining the strength of the Drow warriors in House Xiltyn, though they lacked the racial prejudice of House Melarn. The feud between House Melarn and House Baenre ran deep, as the two commonly contested for Lolth's favor and territory. They capitalized on their foolishness at the failed siege of Mithral Hall, and though it was never confirmed, even among it's own members, there were some that believed that House Baenre left House Melarn to die when the city fell, to get rid of a power that would call for their execution.<br/><br/>That hate never left House Xiltyn- There would be no peace between them, the only thing that would satisfy their desire for revenge would be to see House Baenre destroyed. Though they oddly didn't focus on that grudge.<br/><br/>Vorn would keep walking as he held his hand up towards the Narbondel. "<b>Take the Narbondel itself for example- where have you seen it's likes before? No other elven race has created such a masterpiece, and yet, it is completely natural- Our craftsmen are the envy of the surface world." </b>He said, before shaking his head.<br/><br/>"<b>Yet.....we squander it."</b><br/><br/>What?<br/><br/>Vorn would look towards Aunrae as he spoke. "<b>We're so busy fighting amongst ourselves, trying to grab the power of the other, we seem to forget one basic fact- We're not down here by choice, even if we have prospered- We were </b><i><b>exiled</b></i><b>. Cast away, for worshiping our own gods! We're so busy fighting amongst ourselves, we're content with just raiding and pillaging the surface races, enslaving a few and using it to establish power, only to waste it upon petty grudges and old vendettas- I would love to see House Baenre fall more than anything, their stupidity is a plague on our people, but I would not waste so much time fighting amongst our own race when we have an enemy on the surface and a war to prepare for." </b>Vorn said, as if it was obvious- How could they not see they were wasting precious resources fighting among their own kind when they could use it to win the war for the surface world?<br/><br/>The only city that was actually fighting that war was Ust Natha- Their capitol city and the closest to the surface world. The various Drow Houses and the elves of Suldanessellar constantly vied for control of the city. But wait, if that was what he was mentioning.....was he talking about the Drow's Dream to retake the surface world for themselves?<br/><br/>Vorn would close his eyes as he looked up the the cave's ceiling. "<b>Imagine it if you would, Lady Zathlesz- Our kin marching upon the surface world, with a blackened sun, and the armies of the Underdark at our back- We could retake what the surface dwellers have stolen from us, and establish a new power, with a single voice- Drow, with Lolth at it's head! None would be able to challenge us!" </b>Vorn said, before opening his eyes and pressing a hand to his heart. He got too excited- He had to be careful. "<b>Forgive me, but it is my greatest duty and honor to Lolth if I fought for her dream, her ideal- I would die to see it a reality." </b>He said. The Religious Zeal was clearly the defining trait of the survivors of House Melarn's rule- They were completely devoted to Lolth's vision and rule, making them ideal servants to the Priesthood.<br/><br/>For Lolth's sake, it was likely the reason that many survivors were grabbed by other Houses- The Dread Fangs of Halisstra were House Melarn's compliment to the defense of the priesthood, fanatically loyal warriors willing to die for the faith.<br/><br/>Vorn would point around one final time. "<b>It is why I wish to see this city rebuilt- It will be more than a city, it will be the seat of a new power, a new Empire- The Drow of the Underdark, the Duergar, The Deep Gnomes, the Kuo-Toa, even the Beholder's themselves, they shall all serve Lolth's vision.....or burn as she marches on the world. All who believe shall bear witness to her return to this world, spinning her web over it. As her loyal children, we must prepare for her arrival. This Empire shall be built entirely in her honor, but it cannot be headed by the weak, by the squabling houses who only seek power for it's own sake- It must be headed by those who know what it takes to rule, the govern a nation. "</b>Vorn said, before holding up his hand as fire emitted from it, as they finally arrived at the Narbondel.<br/><br/>"<b>It requires power......They shall live in Lolth's New World, or burn their in old one, food for the spiders!" </b>He said, as he cast it upon the Narbondel.<br/><br/>Light began to flood the Narbondel, as it shined over the ruined city. Echoes and cries of shock from all around could be heard, before Vorn would step back. Using such magic took it's toll, but the fire of determination never left it's eye, as he would look towards Aunrae. "<b>This is only the beginning...." </b>He said, before pointing towards his forces. "<b>All of you! I want you to repair and check every part of the Narbondel- I will not tolerate any mistakes or missed errors in it's defense!" </b>He said, as the workers from the various races began unloading their gear, preparing to begin the reconstruction of the Narbondel's defenses.<br/><br/>Vorn would gesture for Aunrae to follow, finally able to look at her proper- He could see why people stated she looked as if she was descended from House Mizzrym. The scratched out pommel of her familiar sword did little to quell that thought, but Vorn had to wonder- why had she not reclaimed her birthright, if that was the case? It was not for him to question outloud, but the thought remained. Finally arriving to the top of the Narbondel, Vorn would point to their final destination- Tier Breche, the home of Arach Tinilith, Sorcere, and Melee-Magthere. "<b>The Great Spider's Temple still stands strong......I promise you this- Once Lolth's Web and Sorcere has been reclaimed, I shall grant you access to the Great Houses Archives. I don't back out of my deals." </b>Vorn stated.<br/><br/>The city was large, though they were close to it's center- There was a lot to repair, a lot to reclaim, but the thought of it had Vorn's blood boiling with excitement.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="653" data-username="@Mikaela Corvid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/653/">@Mikaela Corvid</a>