Role

Chapter 10

Teth Azeleth was worthy only of scorn. Home of the mighty, but
powerless. For what use was their might whilst they did not look
outwards?

For decades dreams had come in the night, whispering to this
particular drow that might must be applied to become power. That
wisdom and lore are useless if not put to accumulating power, riches,
and all else one desires.

Wrapping himself in the richest robes of the priesthood, to best
hide his body heat from those that would come after him, not to
mention that which lived in the caverns beyond the city gates, he
stole out, heading for the surface.

The drow of Teth-Azeleth were too set in their ways to change now. He
would find power elsewhere. He would teach what might is for. He would
be the arm of dark Enlilth, who whispered in his dreams.