Deep within the world, where sunlight dares not penetrate and the air hangs heavy with dampness, lies the Underdark. A labyrinth of caverns, it is a realm where ethereal creatures lurk, and danger lurks around every corner. Forgotten legends speak of lost civilizations hidden deep within its depths, but only the bravest dare to venture into this uncertain expanse.
The Underdark is a place where adaptation depends on instinct. The gut feeling are sharpened, check here for even the slightest sound can signal an opportunity. Monstrosities both alien dwell here, each with its own agenda. Finding a path through this darkness requires strength, and even then, the outcome is never guaranteed.
Echoes of the Nightblades
The murky depths of the city held a limitless tales whispered amongst its inhabitants. But the most respected was that of the Nightblades, an covenant shrouded in darkness. Their implements were said to be forged from moonlight, and their prowess unmatched. Speculations circulated of their swift movements, striking with the lethality of a viper. Some claimed they were mercenaries, while others believed them to be warriors of an ancient entity. Whatever their true purpose, the Nightblades remained a shadow in the heart of the city, a echo of danger that kept many awake at night.
Hunter's Moon Drow Slayer
Beneath the verdant leaves, a presence moves. He hacks a route through the forest of this primeval land, his vision fixed on the goal ahead. His name is whispered with reverence. He is the Hunter's Moon, a nightmare who wields justice upon the corrupted creatures of the deep caverns.
His purpose is a burning desire to protect his clan, torn by the aggression of the Drow. Every step he takes is a vow to eradicate them from this world, to end their reign.
His instruments of war are honed to a razor's edge, and his skills are legendary. He stands the wrath of a whirlwind, and his strikes are swift and fatal.
The Drow fear at the sound of his name, for they know that annihilation follows close behind. He will be their doom at his hands. He is the Drow Slayer, and his justice awaits them all.
Of Scourge to Lolth's Legion
Within the darkest depths of the Underdark, where shadows dance and fear reigns supreme, lurks a terror known as the Scourge to Lolth's Guard. These vicious creatures are shaped in the very essence of Lolth's cruelty, ordained to carry out her will. Each member of this elite force is a master in butchery, their every deed dripping with gore. They hunt their victims with a chilling relentlessness, leaving behind only a trail of devastation. Beware, traveler, for should you cross the Scourge of Lolth's Guard, your fate is sealed.
Picked She Who Spins Silks'
Those marked as the Spider Queen's Chosen are occasionally seen in the mortal realm. They appear from the shadows, touched with the power to weave fate itself. Their devotion to their Mistress is unwavering, a bond forged in the heart of the web. They are hunted by those who seek the Spider Queen's favor, but they remain elusive. Their goals are a mystery, their intentions unclear. Some whisper of a coming day when the chosen will ascend and claim their rightful place.
Ebon Arrows and Dark Magic
The whispers of ancient lore speak about ebon arrows forged in the heart of dark enchantment. These arrows, they say, are tipped with remnants of a fallen star, tainted by the power with forbidden rituals. The slightest graze from an ebon arrow causes wounds that bleed not silver blood, but also a soul itself.
It is said which the arrows are fueled by evil magic, summoned from the crypt of long-forgotten sorcerers. When an ebon arrow finds its mark, they draws the spirit of their victim, stealing behind a husk devoid in all light.