Well hidden by a large patch of bushes, a pair of red eyes watched the small cave carefully, searching for any movement.  The cave itself was fairly well hidden by brush, and hardly very impressive... if she had not come out of it herself, she would never have guessed that it led to the underdark. At the moment, however, Ildeeh'a's greatest concern was the drow who had been hunting her... after several hundred years of he solitary life down below, she had finally managed to get herself into some serious trouble. The drow, though, it seemed, were content with having driven her from her home, and though she had left the cave three days ago, having nowhere else to go, it seemed that nothing would be following her.<br/><br/>In truth, although she knew she was lucky, she was also a bit disappointed. Despite the burning hatred between them and her, seeing so many members of her old race had awakened a sense of nostalgia she had long thought dead... even as they chased her through the underdark, she had locked back at them with longing, imagining herself as she had once been, part of the hunting party, rather then as the prey. But she was safe from them now, and having assured herself of such, she set out quickly from the entrance of the cave, hoping that the nostalgia would fade with distance. And besides, she dared not descend back into that cave... until she found another way below, it seemed that she was stuck on the surface, a serious enough problem that she couldn't afford such distractions.<br/><br/>For a while, she wandered, hunting what small game she could and eating it raw, noting casually to herself that even the animals were different up her. On the third day, she found a small road, cutting lazily through the forest, and decided to see where it led. The road, it seemed, was seldom traveled, and for nearly a week she saw no one else upon it, until one day, in the evening, she spotted a cart being pulled towards her. Concealing herself in the bushes, she easily managed to ambush the lone merchant, leaving him unconscious on the side of the road as she dug through his wares with glee. For the most part, it was disappointing... she took some food that he seemed to have been saving for himself, but nothing else really caught her eye... until she noticed several scrolls tucked away in a corner. Amused, she read through the various messages the man was carrying, enjoying herself, until she unrolled the last message, gasping as she saw her own name inscribed on the parchment.<br/><br/>Ildeeh'a read the flowing elvish script slowly, barely able to believe her eyes, but the details included in the message left no doubt... whoever had written it had written it for her. Determined to get to the bottom of things, she tucked the scroll into her bag, grabbing the rest of the merchants food and water for the journey. Knocking him out again as he began to stir, she set off in the direction the message had indicated.<br/><br/>It took her just over a week, and several close calls, but she managed to reach the manor with a few days to spare, approaching the gate cautiously, and stopping some distance away, unsure of how to proceed. She spent over an hour trying to devise the best way in, until noticing a rather large demon calmly approach the gate and converse civilly with the guard, she decided that perhaps she was worrying a bit too much. Indeed, despite her appearance, she was admitted without incident. And she entered the manor, deciding to look around a bit before she sought out the room that had evidently been set aside for her. For several hours she wandered, looking at the other guests in awe, feeling as if, for the first time in a long long time, she didn't look particularly out of place. Granted, the drow she ran into were rather impolite, but even they didn't try to attack her, and she retired to her room, cautious but optimistic.<br/><br/>After her first bout of exploration, Ildeeh'a spent most of her time in her room, waiting to see just why their host had called them there. When the time finally arrived to hear what he had to say, she was nearly breathless in anticipation, and was one of the first to enter the great hall, although she moved all the way to one side after several complaints about her bulk blocking other's view. When he finally entered, she watched with rapt attention, gasping at his words.<br/><br/>"To kill a god" she thought to herself, shivering. She had been expecting something unusual, true, but this... this was well over her head. Kill a god? Impossible... she had seen first hand the power of a god, seen how it could take a servant who had lost her favor... and twist her... warp her... turn her from a matron's firstborn daughter, heir to her power... into an outcast, a monster. As the memories flooded back to her, her expression gradually shifted, from one of shock, to one of rage... To kill a god... Impossible, perhaps... but if there was a chance...