Role

Chapter 3

She wished me dead, so vivid was my almost placid understanding of this. My
Matron wished her most deadly daughter dead. It was simple really, compared
to other societies such a warped web would only appear to be insanity, in the
drow culture though it was stale. That is why I acted as I did. You see,
whoever you are, to let such an entirely rudimentary conspiracy unfold would
have been like sticking a dagger in mine own gullet for the sake of honour,
such a laughable action. She wished me dead because such a simple subset of
almost rules pushed her to wish such. To think that the matron scoffed that
her most deadly of daughters was apropo for strengthening our house only as
long as it took to strengthen. To think that she considered my tasteful lack
of blind worship to the spider queen to be a weakness. To think that she
wished her second eldest daughter, Uvhliane by name, to take my place. The
ogre could not even properly juggle. To think that my matron judged the
strength of Uvhliane's arm and faith as comparable.. no, as superior to every
trait I hold mastery over, Pathetic. And so I delved into my studies. You
might be suprised, whomever you may be, at how easily it is to change the
magical eminitions of a body to feel as though it is your own. What I mean by
this is, you who already likely knows this. To take a small slice, a hair, of
my essence and let it spread till it surrounds the body of a simple commoner,
to cloak, to trick. So any divination to find me, if it was powerful enough
to stretch realm wide.. -for you see the matron mother of the first house
would not believe she needed to stretch her divination to find the body of
one in this city of my birth- would find the simple commoner and register as
I. Thus showing my murder, a murder made to keep me quiet. Another simple
task to let the first Matron believe that my house wishes to take its place,
for you see unknown entity, all houses wish the first seat... a simple thing
to trick the lie spells for it is simple truth. To show fear was mere acting,
and to disappear and speak once to my youngest brother, whom for some reason
has always idealized my talents. To speak to him in 'worry' and let out just
enough that he may let slip a simple word or two to his class mate, Thalruli
by name, whom happens to be the youngest child of the first house. Simple you
see, so simple to leave the essense on the body. So simple to procure the
har'ol tizzin, the cave lizard o omniscient one, to let it rush me to the
surface before that pathetic common's body began to cool, to be miles upon
miles away from the first matron's delving. Simple but yet inspiringly
complex, the truly beautiful thing though, which you must understand.. you of
such power that can read the minds of others. The truly inspiring centerpiece
of this delightful web, is that my mother and the first matron were born to
the same matron, sisters. Sisters that once as I have learned, trusted
eachother fully. That is how they both came to power of the first and second
houses, don't you see? They acting in accord with eachother for so long and
now, the 'heartfelt' words of my mothers eldest daughter will end her.
Heartfelt words and an old rudimentary divinationary masking, will end her by
the hand of her sister. Perhaps you no lon