Role

Chapter 4

Deep within the bowels of the earth, on the dark streets of Teth Azeleth. The virtues of the spider queen are forced
on the young, demanding obdeince and unquestioning loyalty. At the head of this are the Matron mothers, so called
living avatars of this wretched goodess.

The earliest memories Zikaroz can conjure of are wicked beating at the hands of his siters. How often they proclaimed
the migth of Lloth and his lesser statue as a male. Often as he lay bloodied and weak on the floor they would preach
to him offering solace and power within the eyes of the spider goddess. It was determined he best serve his house
attending the warriors academy.

So it came to pass, Zikaroz learning the finnesse and discipline it took be one of the feared drow warriors of Teth
Azeleth. Yet, the beatings and demands of fealty to LLoth continued. Soon Zikaroz began to develop an immense
tolerance for pain. Often he would flash his perfect teeth in a mocking smile, this merely enraged his sisters. How
much harder the whip and punches landed on those occassions.

On his 50th year of life, Zikaroz was a graduate of the academy and return a noble warrior of his house. Within hours
of his return he was face down on the chapel floor a vicious snake headed whip tearing fresh marks in his back.
However, this time the whip was wielded by his mother. Once again the demands came to swear his undying loyalty to
Lloth. Realizing that is he was ever to accomplish anything and rise to any station of power attainable for a lowly
male he must submit.

Screaming with all his anger and hatred at these devious whores he knelt down and swore his life to the demon Lloth.
It took less than a minute before one of the snake heads tore into flesh, sending blood spilling down his shoulder.
At that moment Zikaroz realized he was damned. Damned to suffer torment regardless of his actions.

Over the next few months he began to look his surronding as a prisoner, the females of his house the jailers. Knowing
that a ruthless beating could happen at any moment, he began to test his limits. Yearning hear his body broken at
hands. Slowly he began to test his limits. Speaking back to them, daring to grab the whips before it struck him. The
cocky smile he once flashed as they struck him turned into a venemous laughter of madness.

Suffering a beating that nearly ended his life for daring to step on and crush a spider in his mothers presence.
Zikaroz was restricted to his bed as he regained the use of his legs. During this period of recovery one of the house
servants brought an exotic book from the surface to his chambers for him to examine.

Within these pages the true realization of damnation came to life. The pages spoke years long gone. An acient being
being who sought power and influence. The source of his agony was revealed as was his salvation. With a whisper
he spoke a name.... Beroxxus.