A lil story
“Rantel!” yelled Hatzchen as she strode into the cavern, the pace of her stride matched only by the ferocity of her anger. “Why in the name of Lotlth have a band of 3 surface dwellers just burst into the valley and kill the champion we spent so long trying to raise?”, Rantel stammered a bit at this, stunned into silence “M-my queen, I have no idea I think-” “Silence!” Hatzchen was now face to face with Rantel, now cowering. “Do you want to know what I think? I think it was because someone didn’t do a full check, I think it was someone forgetting to check if our warrior was missing something from his mausoleum, and I think that a group of people got their hands on it and followed a compass pointing exactly for us”
Hatzchen pauses at this, waiting for Rantel to meet her eyes before continuing. “Now, I am going to make something very clear for you dear Rantel”, at this she clicks her fingers and a shroud of green flame encompasses her hand “You are going to to pack the most important things first and send the guard deeper underground, you are then going to ensure the cave collapses to the point that these wandering surface dwellers can’t follow us below, and you are going to do this or I am going to take extreme pleasure in removing your soul from you”. Rantel nods, a mixture of pure fear and understanding filling his expression. “Once you have finished this Rantel, you are going to join us in the depths and we shall be moving our operation” Hatzchen then sighs, relaxing slightly “You should also count yourself very lucky Rantel, that your little warrior project used up so much of our Mistress’s power that I cannot kill those outside where they stand and then you”.
Putting out the flame from her fist she looks around at the rest of the Drow that have circled around at the spectacle “We have got what we came for dearest siblings, we have the vanguard of an army, and we shall cause pain to those surface dwellers! Pack your things, we are done with this small island, it’s time to see what those surface dwellers are made of!”
Once the clamour of packing starts, Hatzchen calls to her scribe, Velkyn. Once close enough no other was in earshot she says quietly to him “Find out who those three are, they could prove useful puppets”. Velkyn grins back, although that was the extent of his ability to speak.