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Made in us
Despised Traitorous Cultist





"Mother... I'm... I'm sorry," the little girl quivered as the glare of her entire house fell upon her. Jezikaa's eyes were low. Translucent tears fell down her face then the sound of scoffs filled the young drows ears at the presentation of her weakness.
"You... you are stupid aren't you?" Said her mother getting to her feet. Within seconds the eldar drow descended her throne and was upon her auburn haired child.

Jezikaa looked up and was immediately met with a slap before she could take in her mother's enraged features. The strike met her cheek with the jarring sound of a slap that reverberated around the entire throne room. White-hot Pain filled the young drow's face as the scoffs and snickerings fell silent.

"Do not dare look upon me after your consistent failures!" her mother said harshly.

Jezikaa moved her head away from her mothers sight and closed her eyes, her face wet and flush with pain. The young drow's mind reeled with visions of her tutor. The yellings, the beatings from the "slow stick", the anger, the rage, the pain. The "not knowing" when asked about Menzoberranzan, the confusing symbols, the endless counting which she was bad at despite how hard she tried.

"Weakness!" shouted her mother hitting her for the second time on the side of her face. "I shall not have it in my family!"

Her mother gripped her by the collar of her tunic. With a single arm she lifted Jezikaa to her feet. Jezikaa avoided her mothers gaze, sobbing, and more tears fell from her face.

"ENOUGH CRYING!" She screamed, throttling the child by the neck. Jezikaa felt her neck whiplash back and forth as she was shaken. She steadied her head, to counter the force of her mother's violitality but, in doing so, she met her gaze.
Her mother's face was porcelian. In all respects her features were beautiful. When she looked upon her mother, Jezikaa longed to be held by her arms. To make the pain stop, to make the learning stop, to be embraced as her child.

The young drow quickly realized her mistake and was struck hard and fast again. Jezikaa by all accounts would have fallen to the floor once more had not her mother been gripping her. Her mother struck Jezikaa three more times before she dropped her. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth as she collided with the floor. She again sheilded her eyes as pain wracked her entire face.

"By Lolth, Jezikaa, if you will not be smart. You will be strong." She said pointing a finger down at her. Jezikaa didn't see this, for she was shielding her face. Within moments Jezikaa found herself with a new emotion, it was hot and it billowed up from her chest and into her throat. The young drow opened her mouth and let out a roar of anger that came out as a harsh squeak.

"Your rage finds you, finally I see. Remember this feeling for it will serve you in the future." She said then gestured to another drow.

Jezikaa looked up and met her mothers gaze. Jezikaa didn't realize it, but her own face was contorted in scorn and anger. To her surprise, her mother did not beat her. Instead she squinted her eyes at her and smiled.
"Take her to the dungeon. A few days alone should make her remember this feeling." she said to the handmaiden then turned her attention back to Jezikaa. Her mother stalked her way over to her strewn body.

"Know..." she whispered, leaning closer. "I am not your friend little one. Know... that In Menzoberranzan... no one is your friend..."

Jezikaa gritted her teeth and met her mother's stare despite the threat of being smacked again. Her mother's smile grew wider and revealed to her white teeth. In moments Jezikaa was pulled away. The young drow felt herself dragged after cold arms gripped hers. Within moments she was taken from the room, drug away like some kind of captive. Her mother's smile was the last thing Jezikaa saw before the doors closed behind her.

***

Jezikaa parried a blow with her weapon. A loud clang was heard as her blunted short sword collided with her brother's. Jezikaa met her brother's gaze with the same bitterness and anger she had fostered all those years ago. She had since kept the hot feeling of rage close to her chest, blocking out any sensation of sadness over the years.

"You're too easy to predict." Her brother said riposting. The two circled and Jezikaa let out a roar as she charged Zhenzi again, both hands on her raised weapon's hilt.

"You think your anger serves you in a fight?!" Her brother baulked blocking her blow with ease then unleashing a back hand that sent Jezikaa flying to the ground. The young drow immediately rolled and picked up her weapon again, huffing.
"I do," she replied through gritted teeth.

Zhenzi let out another three strikes all of which Jezikaa dodged. Jezikaa swung back, channeling her rage into each blow.

"Your rage is what blinds you!" he said then slid underneath of her. With both of his legs, he clamped around her shins then took her off her feet. She hit the dusty, rocky floor face first. Pain reverberated around the front of her skull and chest when she landed. Jezikaa tried to get to her feet but was held back by the grip of Zhenzi's legs. Within seconds a blade was put to her throat.

"You need to focus, Jezikaa." He whispered to her. "Control your emotions, do not let them control you."

"Again." her mother said from above. "Again, and again, and again."

"Yes Matron!" yelled Zhenzi getting off of her.

Jezikaa coughed, wiped the blood flowing from her nostrils, then readied herself again.

She circled the drow as anger began to well its way up in her throat. She stilled this anger, and instead of a reckless charge she watched her brother, studying his movements and pace. She charged, knowing her mother's eyes were upon her. Despite the pain, despite the fatigue, and despite the mind numbing fear, she charged. Their weapons collided and again the sound of clanging metal echoed throughout the chamber. Her older brother went again to back hand her, but Jezikaa ducked just before his hand would have collided with her skull. In an instant Zhenzi reacted to her movements by slashing at her with his blade. Jezikaa dodged this blow by rolling out of the way.

"Good." he said.

"Do not congradulate her!" Their pregnant mother snapped above the precipace of the fighting pit.

"Yes matron!" Zhenzi confirmed with enthusiasm then strafed forwards.

***

Her mother screamed.

"Push Matron! Push!"

"SHUT UP!" she screamed. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO- AGGGHHEERRRRRRRRR!"

Jezikaa watched alongside Zhenzi as her mother pushed the newborn out of her womb. She looked on the scene, fully realizing her mother had selected a different father for this birth than that of her own.
Suddenly a baby was seen rearing its and the midwife took the baby. Inspecting its undercarriage the midwife proudly proclaimed: "A female!"

"Let me see her! Let me see her!" Jezikaa's mother yelled, her arms outstretched.

The midwife quickly but carefully handed the child to the Matron. The baby's screams were heard, sharp and squeaky.

"My baby," her mother whispered. "My baby." she said again holding her close.
"Matron, a cloth," said the midwife handing her a cloth.

"Of course," the matron said taking the cloth and wraping the baby in it.

"Matron," started Zhenzi. "What will you name her?"

The matron looked over her child for a moment as she bobbed her and hushed her. By all respects the baby was beautiful and had glistening red eyes.

"Her name will be Kaltana." said her mother. "Kaltana."

Then, to Jezikaa's amazement the baby turned its head and locked its eyes with her own.

***

"A scout? Mother you cannot be serious," Zhenzi pleaded.

"I am serious," the matron replied. "Our economic prosperity depends on the slaves we are able to abduct from the surface. Furthermore you should watch your tone with me if you value your life."
"May I speak freely matron?" Zhenzi asked bowing then moving to a knee in prostration.

The matron looked over him from her throne. Kaltana stood next to the matron, her hair kept up in a highroll. Kaltana stood stoicly and Jezikaa noticed she had been given luxurious robes which to wear. Truly her mother favored her.
The matron leaned forward and through gritted teeth said: "Fine."

"Jezikaa is destined to be a warrior, to lead raids in your honor. She is wasted as a simple scout and tracker."

"I beg to differ." said the matron. "Where Kaltana is smart, Jezikaa is stupid. Where Kaltana is bright your blood sister is dull. I've seen the way she moves, sneaking about the house as though she is some kind of rogue. She will do well as a tracker."

"Yes Matron."

"I've watched her over the years. Her skill with a bow is the only thing that she has going for her. She shall learn to scout the surface kin for our raiding parties or die trying. That is my decree. Now get out of my sight."

Jezikaa hurriedly moved from her hiding place outside the throne room door. None noticed her, not the guards and not the handmaidens. She moved through the stronghold's corridors with grace, leaving her mother's chamber behind. When the coast was clear, she crept out of a window and descended the wall of the giant stilagmite which their fortress rested in. Jezikaa descended the wall of the stilagmite, using footholds and handholds. Finally she made it to her destination, the warrior lodgings.

Jezikaa entered through another window and before her was a hallway. She moved through this hallway, unconcealed. She smiled as the guards of her house greeted her. They nodded to her as she walked forwards and to her destination.
The room was small and spartan in style. Inside was a drow with white, short hair. She was donning her armor which was dark as lolth's heart. She didn't notice Jezikaa standing in the doorway.

"Getting ready for battle I see?" said Jezikaa.

The female abruptly turned and their eyes met. She stared at her for a moment and then bowed her head.

"Princess."

"Do not use such titles with me, not now anway." Jezikaa said moving forwards shutting the door behind her.

The warrior female laughed and the two embraced. Their red eyes looked into one anothers. Jezikaa felt the back of her head gripped by the female. The female pulled slightly and Jezikaa let out a hushed moan.

"I love teasing you." said the warrior. "You make the most precious sounds."

"Precious?" snickered Jezikaa. "Is that what I am to you?"

"You are the only light I have in the darkness of this cursed city." The warrior said then smashed her lips into Jezikaas. The two kissed and their tongues intertwined. Jezikaa felt her body fill with pleasure as she was lifted from her feet. She straddled the warrior as their lips collided. She tasted her, the warrior was sweet and delicious.

The warrior laid her on the cot and again they kissed. Moments of passion passed until the warrior female stopped and collapsed next to Jezikaa. She held her close and began stroking Jezikaa's blood red hair from behind.

By Lolth, how Jezikaa loved these moments. In these moments she was free... free from her mother and her authority. By all rites such a relationship was forbidden, but how could she not partake?

"I have to go to training." The warrior said letting out a moan of distaste.

"Just a moment longer," said Jezikaa caressing her arm.

"Your wish is my command princess." chuckled the warrior nuzzling Jezikaa's neck.

She felt alive as sensations of lust filled her. In these moments, Jezikaa was content. In her entire life there was nothing else she liked doing besides spending time with her. A few more moments passed until visions of her her mothers decree reentered Jezikaa's mind.

"My mother..."

At the words the warrior lifted her head and looked at Jezikaa with concern.

"What about her?"

"She made a decree."

A look of growing concern filled the warrior's features as they held each other's gaze.

"What decree, Jez?"

With a half hearted sigh and a look of disappointment Jezikaa said, "I am to be a scout."

"What?!" snarled her partner sitting up.

"Do you still want to be with me?"

A slap hit Jezikaas face with a sting. "Don't be stupid and say such things! It's insulting!"

Jezikaa rubbed her face, "You didn't have to strike me you know."

"I think you needed it." said the warrior. "What concerns me is how... how do we salvage this?"

"You know I want the throne." said Jezikaa. "Then you can be mine without it being a secret."

"You want it for more than that. As do I."

"You're using me, aren't you Lisendra?"

Another slap went to hit her face but Jezikaa caught it before it collided with her cheek.

"Don't lie to me." warned Jezikaa holding her trembling wrist. The warrior wore a look fury on her face. Then grimaced.

Lisendra let out a sigh. "I am using you for power princess. It's obvious, I can't hide that. But what I want is for us to rule together. That is my vision. I want you by my side. I want us to create something as we take on Menzoberranzan... together."
Jezikaa looked into her red eyes.

"Why is this so hard?" asked Jezikaa.

"Why is what so hard? Overthrowing the throne to your mother?" the warrior laughed.

"Why is trusting so hard? Why can't we just be together. Why is there this wall between us. I don't know what the future holds, whether we'll be taking the throne, whether you'll stab me in the back if we succeed..."

"That's not what I want-"

"You say! You say that now! Lisendra!" Jezikaa said as tears welled in her eyes. "I don't want to feel like this. For the love of Lolth I just want to hold you and feel you and know in my heart that you are truly mine and mine alone!"

"So that's what you think?!" Lisendra said sitting up angrily. "That I just want some petty throne without the art of cultivating something truly beautiful. A knife in your back is all you think you're worth to me? For the luxury of power that we might not even have?"

"It could be."

"Shut up. Just shut up." said Lisendra angrily. "You don't know me. You don't know my pain. My struggle. You were pampered. I was forced to fight in a pit since birth."

"So was I! My mother beat me on a daily basis and locked me in a dungeon because I can't count right."

"Then our struggles are intertwined, Jezikaa!"

"I know power. I know what it does. If you're so bent on taking the throne with me and having me at your side then make a blood oath to Lolth. That once we accomplish our task, you will rule with me and beside me."
"Need I go through these theatrics?"

Jezikaa drew a knife from her theigh and handed it to her.

"Do it. Bind yourself to me, and we will see."

Without hesitation the warrior took the blade. Locking her gaze with her own, Lisendra cut her hand.

"I dedicate this blood oath to Lolth, that Jezikaa Do'Urden and myself, Lisendra Krissnaban, are locked as one together."
Jezikaa snatched the blade from her grip and cut her own palm.

"Now combine your blood with my own and the rite will be complete."

Lisendra immediately gripped her palm and their blood combined.

"Satisfied?"

"For now," said Jezikaa.

***

The scout watched her prey. There were five of them. "Humans" they were called. The scout knew not why they were called this. Only that they had to die.

Blinding light flickered from their fire pit as they laughed and joked in a language she did not understand. They were drinking and, judging by their wares, they were wealthy. The gold she would bring back to her mother would be a worthy gift in deed.
Common was it that she happened upon overworlders but most were either of the rural moon elves of the Moonwell forest or poor human travelers whose only value consisted in becoming slaves. These humans, however, were different. They seemed more refined than the humans Jezikaa had seen in the past. Furthermore, they were well groomed and carried with them an air of superiority. Evident by their large caravan and horses, the scout could tell that they were of noble stock.
Jezikaa crept down from her hiding place without sound. She moved through the undergrowth of the forest with ease, navigating between branches and bushes with all but a whisper of noise. After clearing a good thirty meters from the human encampment, Jezikaa moved at pace. After descending a ravine and into a dried riverbed, Jezikaa came face to face with Lisendra, Kaltana, and the party of ten drow warriors.

“There are five of them,” started Jezikaa. “Each are wearing tunics and wielding rapiers. I did not see any armor.”

“What else do you make of them princess?” asked Lisendra.

“They’re drunk.” She smiled.

“An easy picking then.” Said Kaltana.

“The fool’s do they not know they are directly above our city?”

“It is the foolish that die easily, my love,” she whispered to Jezikaa so that only she could hear.

“Come, I will lead you to our quarry.” Jezikaa said.

Lisendra smiled and Jezikaa moved upwards, climbing higher and higher until she reached the top. Lisendra motioned to the drow warriors in her stead and maneuvered the unit which in turn followed Jezikaa up the ravine. Jezikaa then led them through the thicket, careful to take a small deer trail as to avoid any noise from the underbrush. A few moments passed of travelling before they reached the edge of the encampment.

Jezikaa moved quickly, climbing a tree which overlooked the grove which the travelers had elected to settle in for the night. Their chattering entered Jezikaa’s pointed ears and she cringed in annoyance as she looked upon the overworlders. By Lolth they were ugly and even had hair on their faces. They were strange creatures indeed.

Jezikaa looked down and noticed Lisendra had given the order to surround the grove. The purpose of the maneuver was simple: let none escape the wrath of Lolth’s children.
Suddenly a branch was heard to snap. Instantly the men stopped their chattering and looked to the treeline.

“Ho ist der?!” she heard one of them shout. “Komm au!”

They drew their blades and dropped their ale bottles. They moved together, adjusting themselves so their backs were against each other. All was silent, even the crickets had stopped their chirping.
Jezikaa nocked an arrow, she would not wait for them to run. Jezikaa pulled back her longbow’s string and felt the resistance of the ornate bow as the haft bent under the pressure of the tightened string. She aimed and then loosed the arrow, sending it towards the fire and directly at one of the heads of the men.

The arrow collided, piercing the man’s skull and dropping him into the burning fire pit. He was dead before he hit the ground, his tunic erupting in flames as his body was scorched to cinders.
“VOOD ALVES!” Shouted one of the men who immediately took off at a sprint for the treeline opposite of Jezikaa.

“Now!” yelled Lisendra as her warriors moved forwards and into the grove. Jezikaa could see that drow raiding party had made it only halfway around the grove before one of them had revealed their positions. The drow charged forwards, honorifics to Lolth on their lips as they ran. The drow were fast and descended upon the men with grace and speed, their weapons raised high.

Two of the men immediately surrendered, shoving their swords into the ground and raising their arms. Jezikaa watched as Lisendra moved forwards and knocked one of them out with a punched fist. The other men, however, were nearing the opposite treeline.

Jezikaa nocked another arrow and sent it flying, hitting the man in the back. He fell forwards and collided with the ground. The last man was nearly to the treeline before Jezikaa gripped another arrow. Pulling her string back she aimed her bow and loosed the arrow.

The Drow all watched as the arrow flung itself through the air then pierced the back of the of the man. He died moments later, a blood curdling curse on his lips.

Jezikaa moved herself down the tree and into the grove. The warriors all began the process of looting the corpses and the caravan.

“What did we get?” asked Jezikaa to Lisendra who was at the doors of the caravan.

“Let’s find out.” She said opening the doors. “By Lolth!”

“What?” asked Jezikaa moving to Lisendra.

“I got you didn’t I?” she laughed. “You’re too easy to fool.”

Jezikaa cringed she hated being mocked, especially by Lisendra. The princess moved forwards and saw for herself what was inside the caravan. Before her was jug upon jug of ale, stacked upon one another like the hoard of alcohol I was. Jezikaa let out a sigh, she was hoping for gold.

“Don’t look too disappointed princess. You fought well, you have made me proud this day.”

“Is that so?” she said drawing closer to her and grabbing her by the waist.

“The others…” she warned.

“I don’t care, I am a princess after all, and I take what I want. You, Lisendra are a part of my spoils.”

“Hehe, if you say so my love.” Lisendra said then kissed her.

Their lips collided until another voice broke Jezikaa’s concentration.

“What are you doing?” asked Kaltana.

“Enjoying myself,” replied Jezikaa still with her hands to Lisendra’s hips. “What does it look like sister?”

“Mother would not approve.”

“Mother surrounds herself with as many males as she pleases. Is it so much for me to do the same?”

“Yes, but she is not a male.”

“I don’t care. I have particular tastes.”

Lisendra moved away awkwardly.

“Princess, with your permission I shall order the retrieval of the spoils back to the underdark.”

“Of course, proceed.” Replied Jezikaa.

“What are doing?” Kaltana said moving forwards. “Hmmm? Mother is to be obeyed.”

“She’s just a bit of fun,” replied Jezikaa defending herself. “When you’re older you’ll understand.”

“I don’t understand.” She said. “Mark my words, mother will hear about this.”

Jezikaa slapped her, hard, across the face. In an instant she unsheathed a dagger from her theigh and tackled Kaltana who was too slow to react. She pulled the blade and pressed it to her sister’s throat. All around the Drow watched in anticipation.

“No she won’t.” said Jezikaa pushing the blade harder to her sisters throat. “Not if your throats been cut out.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she snarled as the blade closed tighter to her throat. “Mother would kill you.”

“Look at me.” Jezikaa said moving her face closer to hers. “Look into my eyes.”

“If anything happens to her. I’ll kill you.”

Kaltana blinked and her mouth opened in fear. Then just as her fear came it went, replaced by a smile. “You care about her, don’t you?”

“Heed warning sister.” She said, standing and leaving her strewn on the ground.

“Mother was right, you are a fool.” Kaltana said getting to her feet.

**************************

Lisendra gripped the hilt of her sheathed blade anxiously as she paced the corridors, half expecting to see Jezikaa climb through a window at any second. The males bowed their heads as they passed, not questioning her as she waited and waited and waited. Anger began to fume from her like a furnace. Jezikaa had never been late. Had Jezikaa stood her up?

No that wasn't it, she was certain of it. Worry replaced her anger as she found herself looking out a window up the stalagimite wall of the fortress, her natural dark vision easily making out the features of the stalagmite's rough surface. Fungus growing on the stalagmite illuminated the darkness but there was no sign of Jezikaa anywhere.

"Lolth..." she cursed looking up.

"Captain Lisendra?" said a voice from behind.

The warrior turned and before her were five armed guards. The matron's honor guard. Clad in dark plate armor and golden face masks the warriors held halberds. Lisendra knew that each was of the finest warriors that Menzoberranzan had to offer. What in the seven hells did they want?

"What?" she snapped at them.

"We are to escort you to the throne room. Matron Lenorassa seeks an audience with you."

They moved to grip her by the arms but she shook them off. "I'm going okay? Keep your hands off of me."

She moved with them, entirely unsure of what was to come.

***
Jezikaa was bound and held down by two of the honor guards when the doors finally opened. Jezikaa screamed when they brought Lisendra forwards. The honor guard behind Jezikaa struck the back of her head.
"BE QUIET!" The honorguard demanded.

Jezikaa watched in horror as Lisendra was pushed and shoved forwards to the center of the throne room. She let out a snarl.

"Restrain her!" demanded the Matron from her throne.

Within seconds Lisendra was kicked to her knees. She struggled against them, but it was only a matter of time before they had confiscated her weapon and bound her in chains.

"What is the meaning this?!" Lisendra demanded as her hair was gripped by one of the honor guards. "Have I not been loyal?!"

"NO!" shouted the matron. "You have been found wanting."

"Do not do this mother!" shouted Jezikaa from her place on the floor.

"I told you before, I will not have weakness in my family!" she said moving forwards. "You disobeyed me Jezikaa and for that you must pay."

The matron brandished a blade. It was curved and it's edge glistened in the burning braziers of the throne room.

"No!" shouted Jezikaa. "Please mother! Please don't!"

The matron moved to Lisendra and gripped her by the back of the head and gave a good hard tug. She raised the blade.

"Jezikaa!" shouted Lisendra. "Remember when I said I wanted us to be together?"

"Yes Lisendra! I remember!" cried Jezikaa.

"I meant it."

Without another worde the Matron sliced into her neck. Blood pooled from the wound and she slumped to the floor, gurgling on her own blood.

"NO!" shouted Jezikaa. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"What must be done." she said then dropped the ornate blade on the floor with a clatter. She stalked her way to her throne where Kaltana was standing, a smile on her face.

"Take my daughter to the dungeon. A few weeks should be sufficient for her to remember this feeling.
***


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Pretty grim origin story for your character. I'll bet she's not the chatty friendly type after this. Still, plenty of motivation to get going on a long adventure. Good work.

   
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Thank you! Yeah she's currently in a party full of good characters so it's going to be fun to see how she interacts with them. I want her to develop like Vegeta did from Dragon Ball Z. I see her as mean at first but then will kinda warm up to the others. Kinda. lol.

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