The world below the world

Nowhere is more dangerous than the Underdark. But even for the denizen roaming the dark reaches of Faerun, there are places you do not go, things you avoid. For Nayissm'na, staying in charge of her pocket of Bregan D'Aerthe meant knowing all of these dangers. Avoiding them, using them, making them. Knowledge and control was survival in drow society, even for sellswords of the drow mercenary organization. When she received news that undead creatures were roaming the upper world, terrorizing the swordcoast, Nayissm'na could only roll her eyes and curse. Of course, these stupid undead were everywhere. She have had her share to deal with for quite some time now. At first, she thought their master was after the same thing she was. Now she was more inclined to believe that she was after something that belonged for that Eladrin for a long time.

If only there were those damned Plaguecaves to worry about. But that eladrin had all sorts of servants, none of which seemed impressed by drows. Even there, she'd have dealt with them already, but they were not her only worries. 

Just when Nayissm'na was thinking of making a move on that arrogant Eladrin, she got news from her scouts. The kruthiks had just been taken care of by a small band of adventurers. She had to smile. One less thing to worry about. And maybe... if there were coming this way...

" What shall we do with these surfacedwellers, Nayis? " , asked her consor, always eager to please her with some bloodshed.

" Let them come... I believe I will meet them. "