<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">BONUS POST! <br/><br/>Because, inspiration.</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0PfF95z.jpg)</div><br/>Slender black fingers tapped on opposing elbows as the drow woman watched the Ætherscreen with rapt fascination.  Her lips, perfect and elegant curled into a slight smile.  Her mind, feindish and unknowable to all around her, even those who had known her since the birth of the body she wore, spun intricate webs of plan atop plan.<strong>"Zaknafein,"</strong>she whispered softly as she watched the screen.<strong>"It seems that house still has potential after all, perhaps even the hand of the dark mother herself still guides it?,"</strong><br/><br/>A high priestess, one of the most powerful in the entire drow city, looked to the matron mother,<strong>"Her?  You must be kidding!  Her family has eschewed the..."  </strong>The high priestess's words were cut off with a single withering glare from the regal matron mother.  For as powerful as the high priestess was, none could compare to her power, none defied her, and questioning her was to risk death or worse.<strong>"I...I'm sorry Matron Mother, I did not mean to question you.  I meant only that..."  </strong><br/><br/>A single flick of the matron's fingers cut off the priestess again, her mouth snapping shut with an audible clacking of teeth.<strong>"Do not compound your mistake with a simpering lie child,"</strong>The matron mother said to the priestess, who was physically hundreds of years older than the matron.  The Matron continued to watch the view screen as those in the room waited, to see if the high priestess would be punished for her mistake.  None came, but all here knew that meant nothing, for the woman in power had no problem waiting to deliver her revenge or punishments.<strong>"Zaknafein, Zerxel Zaknafein,"</strong>she repeated again,<strong>"We thought them weak, like the traitorous iblith who chose to move above ground and live as... goodly yibin og'elend."</strong>The words had no translation to the common tongue, and were a hold over of ancient drow speak, showing the knowledge that the youthful drow matron had.  The closest translation would be<em>'traitor who betrays everything that the drow are and that the goddess wishes.'</em><strong>"But, Zerxel is not weak.  She defeated the champion our city sent to claim a demonic counselor.  She has treated with the spiderlings.  She has sown chaos and pain, while maintaining a guise of friendship among goodly people that are only just now beginning to see the true nature of drow.  I have no doubt she plans on turning over a fellow contestant to the spiderlings, a sacrifice for her own personal power."</strong>the matron continued, speaking mostly to herself as she let her fingers caress the sides of her arms, her nipples hardening and creating tents in the spider silk gown she wore.<strong>"Maybe she is more drow then iblith after all.  Maybe her future lies in the great city, among the true drow after all, and not an outcast house."</strong><br/><br/>Finally taking her eyes from the screen she turned to the high priestess and nodded,<strong>"Fetch one of those priests of Cyril."</strong>The priests of the god of judgement were the only ones allowed in the great city, worship of any save the goddess Lolth was an immediate death sentence.  But the priests and priestesses of Cyril were...barely tolerated.  Just so long as none attempted to try to preach their weak faith.  They did have their uses after all, and contact with the temple was chief among them.<strong>"We shall see if this Zerxel is ready to embrace her destiny, and see if Lolth does guide her as I suspect.  I think it is time to send a message to this wayward drow. "</strong>