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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1968883" data-attributes="member: 1492">The Drow do not understand love. They don't know the meaning of compassion, or mercy or Good. They do understand force. They understand violence and compulsion and madness. They understand the need to fight and to kill, but they have no idea of the meaning of salvation. A part of them strives to be Good, true. But even that part has forgotten the meaning of Good.Eclavdra speaks to them, to their very souls, in a language they understand. She speaks to them like a Matron Mother, she speaks of obediance and torment, defyance and death. She offers them Good, wrapped in all the trappings of Evil and madness. She bludgeons trough their defenses, her sheer savagery rips trough their souls and fills them with her essence. They cannot resist her, not on any level, for they once have already surrendered to her by free choice. They are hers, and as her madness fills them, they scream and laugh. Elistraee can do nothing, for she is still weak. She tries to speak to Eclavdra, but is easily brushed aside like all others. The Drow in the Great City laugh and scream in pain and hysteria. The great cavern echoes with their voices and the noice from all those hundreds of thousands raw and bleeding throaths is painful even to the Demi-Gods.Elistraee, far away in the Great City, presses her hands against the sides of her head and screams.The violence continues.It is Eclavdra's version of Good... A Drow version of Good. A Good that speaks to their fear, their hatred, their madness and their thirst for violence...Still, the Modrons are no match for Eclavdra. They charge her and die.Noted.She has killed. Not people perhaps, though many are seriously wounded and might not make it without immediate care, but Modrons. The children ran when the battle started, they fled for their lives, and most of them made it to safety.The compulsion came over her just when Rhynnon slapped her, and prevented a true bloodbath from erupting.Eclavdra, Evil or Good, sane or insane, is subdued and bound. Her sudden compulsion not to kill and the chaotic battle inside her mind makes her easily taken care of.The withdrawal takes place just when the sphere is closed off (Edena's earlier posts were pre-game background posts), the battle between Iuz and Elistraee happened almost immediately afterwards and we're now perhaps a week into the game. (At this pace we'll never get trough the Turn  <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/laugh.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="Laughing    :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" /> )Many Modrons are dead (Tridrones are a lesser kind of Modrons, right, rPL?), and a number of guards and civilians are wounded, some seriously some not. Many more would have been killed id Eclavdra, to some degree, restrained herself.That might easily have happened. It was close, very close, but now Eclavdra has been rendered harmless.Eclavdra, Queen of the fallen nation of Eclavdor, is now an unwilling mental-patient in Nyrondese captivity.And once again the powers of Good, Evil and Neutrality assemble around Eclavdra. For all her antics she's still the center of diplomacy on Oerth.The Drow are being helped, across Oerth and even in space. The Drow in the Great City are also being helped, but most of them are impossible to calm. They still laugh and scream, they have been laughing and screaming for almost a day. Those who can no longer laugh and scream still try to, moaning and writhing and coughing up blood.Dark things writhe in glee deep beneath the surface of the Oerth, drinking in the madness and the pain like a sweet nectar.And these Drow are also being evacuated. To Ekbir, to Nyrond, to Keoland and into the care of other generous nations.</blockquote>

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