06. Insolent Male by Yasanon

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Yasanon stormed through the winding corridors of the Citadel. Rarely had she taken her hatred to the matron, preferring to deal with matters herself. After all, one did not become the Second Priestess of the High House in a major drow city on good looks alone. No, the Spider Queen required constant sacrifice and nearly impossible devotion. One would have to kill friends and destroy enemies. The ladder of success was created with blood, sweat, and a ruthless determination to be the one in control.

Which is what made the jaunt to the Matron’s chamber all the more annoying. How dare a male question the word of one of her priestesses! Rylyrr had boldly overstepped his place in the middle of the courtyard, in front of countless witnesses. The two that had allowed it to happen had been dealt with, their souls sent to Lolth, their bodies ground up to fertilize the lichen beds in the same courtyard where their failure occurred.

The shadowy darkness that recently enshrouded the matron was wrapping its icy fingers around the corridor outside her room. Yasanon hesitated out of its reach. There was something downright wrong about the chilling shadow; it stank like a cloud of undeath. It would have to be dealt with.

Yasanon steeped up to the margoyle guard and said, “I wish to speak with the Matron Mother. It regards her Firstboy Rylyrr.”

Tues, Nov 12th – 3:28PM