Role

Chapter 1

Ryrzual was never normal. He was born to a House on the fringes of
Underdark Nobility, yet he never took to the nuances of Drow politics.
Unlike the rest of his House he was a truly chaotic soul. Manipulation,
for example, is cherished by the Dark-Elves as a preferred means to an
end. To Ryrzual's House, it was a political tool. To Ryrzual, it was
purely for his own amusement.

I will not bore you with the details of how this self-serving nature
drove his family to exile the young Drow. If you'd like to know more
I'm certain Ryrzual would share if asked. What matters to our saga is
that Ryrzual ended up alone in the tunnels of the Underdark with nothing
but the clothes on his back. His family assumed he would not survive, but
what they did not realize was that Ryrzual adapts. He didn't eat much,
leading to his emaciated form, but he was truly free for the first time
in his life. To mark his new independence, physically and spiritually, he
drew a large X across his face in warpaint. Symbolically crossing himself
out of society.

And adapt he did. He bounced from village to village, tribe to tribe and
found nothing of value. It was deep within the Underdark that he first
heard the whispers of the Fae Witch. He wasn't sure if she was real. His
House had worshiped Lloth for Aeons and their prayers were met with
perpetual silence. However he liked what he heard in this whispers. Magic,
death and the web of Chaos. These tenets spoke to him in a way nothing
ever had.