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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 1962024" data-attributes="member: 2020">THE WILL OF ECLAVDRA:  After Lolth disappears, the disintegration of the drow occurs, even as Eclavdra had foreseen.    Without Lolth to hold them together, these chaotic evil monsters revert to the lone wolves and mad dogs that they truly are, ready to turn on each other and extinguish their own kind forever from the Oerth.  For nobody hates the drow more than the drow, save the elves only, and the drow would gladly see their own race obliterated.  Armed with the Regalia of Lordly Might, having prepared for this crisis for decades, long warned by spells of foresight, Eclavdra and her loyal drow from Erelhi-Cinlu move to prevent this fate from happening.  Eclavdra and her army, begin a swift and absolute war of conquest.  Eclavdra and her army, which ever grows in numbers and strength, moves from city to city.  Proclaiming herself the Will of Lolth, she offers eternal salvation to those who would follow her, and eternal damnation to all others.  Armed with the Regalia of Lordly Might, Eclavdra has the stature of a Goddess.  When she appears within a city, it is as if Lolth herself had come.  When the inevitable initial resistance occurs in the first drow cities attacked, the drow there find Eclavdra is potent beyond any ability to resist.  The mere presence of Eclavdra melts their bodies like wax, reducing their adamantite armor to molten pools on the ground.  Mighty drow spells fizzle, bolts and arrows evaporate, lore and force are overwhelmed, and the very minds of the defenders are crushed into broken feeblemindedness.  Armed with the Regalia of Lordly Might, Eclavdras' voice shatters stone and flesh alike.  The footfalls of her dainty feet shake the Oerth like an earthquake.  When she unleashes her magic, hurricanes of reddish fire rake across stalacmite, stalactite, and great constructs alike.  Her magic is like some colossal, infernal beam, shattering, cutting, reducing enormous and supposedly invincible structures to flinders within seconds.  Drow and their servitors caught in this magic simply evaporate at it's touch.  There is no escape.  Eclavdras' army blocks all escape.  Eclavdra herself blocks all escape.  Tunnels and caves are collapsed by powerful magic.  The shearing beams of Eclavdras' might cave in parts of whole caverns.  Drow who teleport or Gate away are dragged back by specialized spells and the might of the Regalia.  Those drow who hurl themselves in terrified obesiance to the ground, accepting everything Eclavdra says as the absolute truth, who acknowledge Eclavdras' ownership of them - mind and body - are gathered into her army, to move against the next drow city.  Those drow who are brave and defiant, who Eclavdra does not make examples of for the benefit of all the others, find themselves crushed in mind and body, beaten down by the Regalia.  They too, find themselves agreeing that Eclavdra is their owner in mind and body, that her words are the truth eternal, and their fear drops them into quivering, cowering wretches, begging for their lives as they lay spreadeagled on the ground.  Before the conquest of each city is completed, all the drow and servitors alike have acknowledged the utter supremacy of Eclavdra in every way conceivable.  Those drow and servitors who did not do this, are dead.  As Eclavdras' army grows and tales of her power and terror spread before her, cities heighten their defenses, but the end is the same, and the conquest is even more brutal, if that is possible.  Eventually, drow cities that Eclavdra has yet to move against are reduced before she ever arrives.  When she does arrive, most of the inhabitants beg for the privilege of being the property of Eclavdra, and they beg for the privilege of accepting every word she speaks as truth eternal.  Those drow who dare to lie, seeking to save themselves through falsehood, find themselves enlightened forcefully.  Those that flee, are captured and returned.  Those that dare to fight, are made examples of more gruesome than anything previously seen.  In the end, many of the drow cities that become a part of the Queendom of Eclavdor put up no fight at all.  In some of them, not even single lone drow attempt resistance.  Eclavdra arrives to find the inhabitants of these cities kneeling and begging.  The conquest is still brutal and total, as all the drow and servitors are mind searched.  Those harboring questioning thoughts are forcibly reeducated.  Those harboring secret plans are converted to the true faith.  Those who question, find all the answers are quickly enough forced upon them.   Refusing to accept the answers provided is not an option.  In this way, Eclavdra fuses the drow of Oeriks' Underdark into a single nation, incorporating one hundred drow cities into the Queendom of Eclavdor.  Then Eclavdra begins the immediate evacuation of all the cities of the drow.  The drow, their servitors, the undead;  all are moved.  Their new home is the city of the drow under the yuan-ti capital city, and in the caves and caverns for miles around.  This will be the Great City, when the drow have completed it.  A cube 3 miles by 3 miles by 3 miles, it will fill 27 cubic miles of Underdark, and it's highest point will be a mile below ground.  All the Underdark beyond is collapsed, spells fuse the rock solid, and those few ways in via river channels and the like are guarded with the strongest known spells and guards.  Great tunnels will run up to the yuan-ti capital city above.  Eclavdra dominates the lord of the yuan-ti, molding him into a tool of use.  All the other yuan-ti officials and army leaders are likewise dominated.  Those who resist are killed.  Any commoner yuan-ti that protests is killed by his own officers.  When the yuan-ti army tries to revolt, it finds large numbers of it's own are under drow charm and domination, it's food supplies are held by the drow, it's leaders were being monitored all along, and it's weapons have suddenly disappeared.  The revolt is crushed, the rebels slaughtered, and it is made clear - absolutely clear - that the yuan-ti will bow to Eclavdra.  They will bow, now, and they will bow, for the foreseeable future.  Those who will not bow, will lack their heads to bow with.  The Ice Elves of the Adri, evil elves from another era, cruel and remorseless, find Eclavdras' tactics far more appealing than the lofty (read:  weak and stupid) tactics of their surface brethren.  After initial diplomatic contact is made, Eclavdra and the Ice Elves forge a pact of alliance unlike anything seen between elf and drow since before the Descent of the Drow, 20,000 years priorhand.</blockquote>

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