Alakvyr Helviath

Years of torment... yes... many many years. The hands of the matrons and his sisters had stung Alakvyr all through his life and finally, he'd had enough. The dissapearance of the Spider Queen, Llolth, had only reaffirmed his hatered for his sisters seeing their weakness as his opportunity.

Quietly, Alakvyr, first boy of house Helviath, crept through the family compound and, one by one, he slaughtered his sisters until he reached the eldest.

She sat upon her fine throne as always glowering at the servaints tending to her. Tonight tho, there was only one. Alakvyr made quick work of the mindless drone and then stepped within the inner sanctum of the throne room stepping up to the dias he looked up at his sister, Felynlara.

"How DARE you come waltzing in here!! Get out before I flay you like a rothe!" she had roared at him, her anger growing as he simply stood there looking up at her. He knew that his failure would resunlt in his death but, at this point, he no longer cared.

The world of the Drow was slowly deteriorating around them. The City of Shimmering Webs was in shambles, Menzoberranzan was in constant chaos, and the tales from the underdark were just as disturbing. The Spider Queen was gone, abandoning her children to their fate. Abandoning them to either slaughter one another or figure out a way to live in peace.

Peace... the word brought a soft chuckle to Alakvyr's lips which, of course, simply infuriated his sister even further. In a fit of anger Felynlara lept from her throne and grabbed her mighty staff, a snarl curling her lips. As he gazed up at her, his hand went to chath vress'lvel, Fire Talon. His slender fingers gripped the intricate hilt of the blade as he strode up the steps to the dias, the same cold smile still resting on his slender, dark lips.

Felynlara growled at him as she glared down at him, "You DARE test me?!?!?" She roared bringing many of the house guards to the doorway. "STEP DOWN OR SO HELP ME I WILL THROW YOU TO THE DRIDERS!!" her voice echoing off the high vaulted cieling. Alakvyr, never faultering, never wavering from his path extended his free hand and back handed Felynlara sending her stumbling, her staff flying from her hand and rolling to rest on the steps.

One hand resting on her cheek, the other going for the wicked whip on her hip, she blinked at him both unbeleiving and angry. "How dare you... you STRIKE the future matron of this house?!? Have you gone mad Alakvyr?"

He raised a brow, his name sounding alien on her lips being she had always called him 'boy' or any number of other insults. As his blade cleared the sheith, Felynlara's eyes widened and she looked at him, her red eyes finally registering what he'd come to do.

It was a quick battle but one Alakvyr would long remember. He walked down the steps leaving Felynlara lying on the dias with his sword pinning her to the stone floor, her life pouring from her wounds as she gurgled and tried in vain to call up the help of the guard still standing, unmoving, at teh doorway.

As Alakvyr walked away, he paused and looked back at Felynlara watching the light fade from her eyes as death overtook her, a cold smile touching his lips once again. He turned back and looked at the guard then continued on his way knowing full well he would leave the compound completely unhindered. He was not the only male who had suffered at the hands of the matrons and their lackeys.

This was the dawning of a new age and, by his hand, he had begun his own new destiny leaving his path up to the fates to decide.