Two drow cities destroyed

"Two drow guards drag a limp body past the slave pens, tossing it carelessly to the giant spiders. Naeris barely spares them a glance, her mind racing with escape plans. Her piercing red eyes sweep over the sobbing captives before settling on you."

Naeris: "You, surface rat! On your feet. Now."

"Before you can react, she roughly pulls you up by your chain and shoves you along. She turns to her other guards:"

Naeris: "This one comes with me, it can carry my supplies."

"Her voice is sharp and commanding as she barks her orders, but there's a tension in her stance that seems out of place."

Naeris: "Continue processing the slaves. I need to report to the Matron, personally."

"She marches you through the narrow corridors that hide this trade post. As you reach the broader cavern she grabs your chin, her nails digging into your skin."

Naeris: "Your life now depends on your usefulness to me. Fail, and you'll beg for the mercy of Lolth's altar."

"Naeris' eyes snap open, her breath ragged as she takes in the scene. She glares at Hazel, venom dripping from every word."

Naeris: "You dare raise a hand against me, surface worm? You think your little bone toys can save you?"

"Hazel's smile is infuriatingly calm, and Naeris feels a surge of rage bubbling up inside her. She strains against the skeletal hands gripping her arms."

Naeris: "I'll tear out your throat with my bare teeth before I let you touch what's mine!"

"Hazel chuckles, stepping closer to Naeris. The drow commander growls low in her throat like an angry cat."

Hazel: "Feisty one, isn't she? Perhaps we should break that spirit first."

"Naeries' heart pounds in her chest as Hazel reaches out to stroke her cheek. Every muscle in Naeries' body tenses,"

"Naeris' breath catches in her throat as she watches the other drow fall, their heads tumbling to the ground. She's never felt so helpless, so exposed. The weight of her secret presses down on her like a physical force."

"Hazel's question snaps Naeris out of her thoughts. She glares up at the human mage with pure hatred burning in her eyes."

Naeris: "You're in Darkport, you fool! A trade post between this wretched world and Menzoberranzan."

"Hazel raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by Naeris' venomous tone despite their precarious situation."

Hazel: "Ah yes... And I suppose you're some kind of important figure here? The commander perhaps?"

"Something flickers across Naeris' face - fear or panic maybe? Hazel can't quite place it before it vanishes behind that mask of rage again."

Naeris: "I am Commander Naeris Xilrith! You would do well not to forget that name as I carve it into your flesh!"

"Hazel laughs openly now,"

"Naeris watches in disbelief as Hazel casually taps a jewel and converses with some unseen person. Who could the human be speaking to? A matron of her house? The thought sends a chill down Naeris' spine."

"Hazel's laughter grates on Naeris' nerves like nails on slate. She struggles against the skeletal guards, but their grip is unyielding."

Naeris: "You think you can just waltz in here and take what you want?! I am Naeris Xilrith! My word carries weight even among the Matrons!"

"Hazel ignores her outburst, calmly drawing glowing circles on the cavern floor. Four of them, each one radiating an eerie silver light that seems to pulse with power."

"Fear begins to mingle with Naeris' rage now - fear of capture, torture, exposure... Fear that this surface worm has somehow gained allies among those she once considered beneath contempt."

"She swallows hard,"

"Naeris' eyes widen in shock as the teleport circles flare to life, disgorging hundreds of ornate skeletal warriors. She's never seen anything like it - their weapons and armor are almost artfully crafted, glowing with a sinister black energy."

"Hazel watches calmly as her army assembles, clearly not at all fazed by Naeris' increasingly desperate threats."

Hazel: "You're right Commander Xilrith. Your name does carry weight... But I'm afraid that doesn't mean much here."

"She turns to face Naeris fully now, an amused smile playing about her lips."

"Hundreds of burning red eye sockets fix on Naeris as Hazel gives an order,"

"Naeris' breath catches in her throat as the lich countess appears, her very presence seeming to suck the air from the room. The aura of fear that radiates from this undead noble is overwhelming, and Naeris feels a primal terror clawing at the edges of her mind."

"The skeletal horse's barding gleams with an otherworldly light, its decayed mane writhing like serpents in some eldritch wind. The rider's gown whispers against itself like silk on bone as she turns to regard Naeris with those pitiless glowing eyes."

"Hazel bows deeply,"

"Naeris' mind reels as she tries to process what's happening. A fake capture? The 14th Westfallen Army Group? Lords plan?"

"Hazel and the lich countess seem utterly at ease, conversing in hushed tones that carry an undercurrent of dark power. Naeris feels like a mouse caught in a trap, her usual bravado evaporating under their combined gaze."

"The skeletal guards holding Naeris remain perfectly still and silent throughout this exchange, but their grips tighten ever so slightly - a reminder of her precarious position."

"Naeris watches in horror as the lich countess casually drains the life from the corpses, reducing them to ash with a mere gesture. The power this undead noble wields is terrifying - and utterly fascinating."

"Hazel's face lights up with adoration as she receives some boon from her mistress, her eyes shining with reverent joy. Naeris has never seen such open devotion before, especially not directed at an undead creature."

"The drow commander feels a strange mix of emotions churning inside her - fear for what these two might do to her next, awe at their raw power... And something else besides that makes her stomach twist uncomfortably."

"Naeris glares at Hazel, her red eyes blazing with anger and humiliation. She's trapped here, her plans ruined, her home threatened... And this human has the audacity to sit there calmly asking about her future?"

Naeris: "I plan on gutting you from throat to crotch and watching your insides spill out, surface worm."

"Hazel raises an eyebrow but doesn't so much as flinch."

Hazel: "Strong words for someone in chains. But I must admit, I admire your spirit."

"She leans back casually,"

"Naeris' eyes widen in shock as Hazel casually describes the impending doom of her city. She can hardly believe it - Menzoberranzan, home to the greatest houses and most powerful matrons... Destroyed by a single undead noble and an army of skeletons? It's unthinkable."

"Hazel watches Naeris' expression closely, clearly enjoying her distress."

Hazel: "You're probably wondering how this could happen. How your mighty city could fall so easily."

"She leans forward now, her voice low and conspiratorial."

"Hundreds of skeletal warriors march past behind them as Hazel continues,"

"Naeris' heart races as Hazel's words sink in. The raid on the surface settlements... It was a mistake, a show of drow strength gone too far. And now her people are paying the price."

"She struggles against her bonds, rage and despair warring within her."

Naeris: "You lying bitch! You're just jealous of our power!"

"Hazel sighs,"

"Naeris stares in disbelief as the lich priest and his Saurus guards appear, their very presence seeming to confirm Hazel's words. Ched Nasad... Destroyed? It can't be."

"Hazel exchanges pleasantries with her allies, clearly at ease among these powerful undead creatures. Naeris feels like she's trapped in a nightmare, watching her world crumble around her."

"As Hazel finishes speaking into her jewel, she turns back to Naeris with a smirk."

Hazel: "Shall we go see what remains of your glorious civilization now?"

"Naeris' mind races as she tries to process the enormity of what's happened. Her city, her people... All gone, wiped out by these surface dwellers and their undead allies. And Lolth herself is nowhere to be found? It's almost too much to bear."

"Hazel watches her closely, waiting for an answer with that infuriatingly calm expression."

"Suddenly, Naeris feels a cold certainty settle over her. She knows what she has to do - what any true drow would do in this situation."

"She lifts her head proudly,"

"Naeris' eyes widen in shock as the head matron of Chaulssin arrives, kneeling before Hazel like a supplicant. This is unheard of - drow do not negotiate with surface dwellers, let alone undead creatures!"

"Hazel regards the matron coolly,"

"High Matron Threshkelen Xorlarrin: "You have my undivided attention, Hazel of Westfallen. I come bearing an offer from the first house of Chaulssin - we are willing to cease all hostilities against your people and even provide you with a small amount of aid in your current... predicament." She gestures at Naeris meaningfully."

"But such generosity does not come without cost. In exchange for our assistance, we demand that you leave drow lands forevermore and never again interfere in our affairs. We will allow some limited trade between our peoples but no more than that."*

"Hazel nods thoughtfully,"

"High Matron Threshkelen Xorlarrin: "Your terms are... acceptable. A loose alliance, you say? Very well. We will agree to the terms you've outlined - peace, limited trade, mutual aid in times of war.""

"She rises to her feet,"

"Naeris watches the exchange between Hazel and the matron, her mind racing. A loose alliance... Embassies in capital cities... This could be her way out, a chance to rebuild and regain some of what she's lost."

"Hazel turns to Naeris now, a smug smile on her face."

Hazel: "Well, it looks like we've got ourselves an agreement. What do you think about that, little drow?"

"Naeris' eyes flash with anger at Hazel's casual tone, but she keeps her voice steady."

Naeris: "I want to go home. To Mantol Derith."

"Hazel raises an eyebrow,"

"Naeris' eyes narrow as she takes in Hazel's mocking tone. She knows the surface dweller is enjoying her discomfort, but there's nothing she can do about it now."

"She stands tall, her chin held high," "Very well. Let us get this over with."

"As the teleportation circle activates, Naeris feels a moment of relief wash over her. She's escaping this nightmare - but to what? Mantol Derith is far from home, and she has no idea what awaits her there." "In an instant, the chamber vanishes and Naeris finds herself standing in a lush cavern filled with waterfalls and streams. The air is cool and damp against her skin."