Role

Chapter 3

Anyone who knows much of anything about the dark elf society
knows almost all of them worship the Spider Goddess, Lloth. Yet day
after day, year after year, the Priestess of Lloth are not answered. The
Temple of Lloth is filled daily with offerings and devotted followers.
Priestess are still able to grant minor prayers, but their once
unmatchable power is but a distant memory. More and more make a
holy sojourn to the surface, to find an apporiate immortal to worship
and gain power from.

Sulirye had already intended to make this journey, though it was not
planned to be so soon nor under such dire consquences. If she were
to make a claim that her house still stands, she would need power,
reputation, and wealth. A lot to gain considering she only had herself
and her soiled clothing, and little to no knowledge of the surface
world. Only the maps and books she had briefly studied left her with
some sort of idea.

The Sun was horrible. She had heard stories about such a wicked thing
that hovered in the surface sky, but to witness it, left her near sick
from the brightness. Raiders from Teth, as well as adventurers,
brought back all sorts of tomes to study, and this included religious
doctrines. The one of most interest was that of the Father of Sin. A
church dedicated to exploring and relishing that which defines
everyone. A way Sulirye could connect with others, to find suitable
servants and soldiers to serve her and her cause.

She knew it lie in Galadon, though the folks in Voralian turned away
from her as she approach to question them. Fortunately, not all of
Voralian was so uppity and haughty, she was able to find more seedy
patrons and girls of the streets. There she learned how to get to
Galadon, and heard rumors of the Church. A big step in her sojourn.