Lanfear Daermon N'a'shezbaernon

Lanfear was a level 50 Elf. In her time, she was a member of the Black Conclave and the Chosen of Fate.

Current Description:

Before you stands a woman dressed in white silk. Her fine robe with long sleeves cannot hide her slender figure. Silver brocade circles the cuffs, runs around her neck and down the front, woven silver belts her narrow waist. She is without a doubt the most beautiful drow woman you have ever seen, with dark, smooth skin and long silver hair.
As she notices you staring at her, she looks at you with unflinching eyes. Her thoughtful gaze finally locks with yours. Eyes like dark, mountain pools, seem to read your deepest, most secret thoughts. A small, knowing smile curves her lips as she moves a bit closer to you. Though she moves with the grace of a dancer, her moves strike you as measured, precise and guarded.

Character History:

(written for entry in the Chosen of Fate.)
You hear a sound behind you, and as you turn towards it, you see an elven woman step out of a hole in thin air as it closes up behind her. She looks around cautiously, taking in her surroundings. Then she looks at you and says "I was hoping to find You here, Lady of Fate". With a flick of her wrists, her snake whips curl up. She drops to one knee and extends the handles of her whips towards you. "I am Lanfear, and this day, I would like to pledge my life to You ....if You will have me". She pauses and looks up at You, waiting for some reaction. Seeing none, she gets up and continues. "You must be wondering who I am."

Lanfear frowns and absently brings her hand to her forehead. "My history is a long and painful story for me to tell, but I will tell you what I recall. Long ago, I was born in a Drow city far beneath the surface. I think even it's existence is forgotten for ages now. I was named Lanfear, which means "Daughter of the Night" in the old Drow tongue. I do not know who my father was, but in my House, the father was of no importance anyhow. My mother was the Ilharess, or Matron of House Faen Tlabbar, one of the ruling houses in the city. Since birth, I was raised to one-day follow in my mother's footsteps. All members of House Faen Tlabbar were devoted to Lolth, the Sealer of Souls, as were most of the Houses in the city. That is why I was being taught the ways of the Weaver.but my teachings came to an abrupt ending."

Lanfear clears her throat and swallows. "I am not really sure why and how it happened, since I was still a young girl, but one night, the world around me just went mad. Our House was under attack by at least three other houses. Before I was pulled away from the window I saw huge blasts of fire pounding holes in the walls around the compound. Thousands of warriors came thundering towards the gates, shouting battle cries. I was brought to my mother who sat in her throne, as regal as always. She told me I need not be afraid for things to come, but I could see the fear in her eyes. As the sound of battle grew closer and closer, my mother looked at me, forced a smile, and started praying to the Weaver. She made a gesture and suddenly my surroundings changed"

You look into Lanfear's dark eyes, which shine with unshed tears. She notices you looking at her and she hides her face. "I was alone, afraid and didn't know what to do. I seemed to be in some sort of temple. Suddenly, an image of a twisted face appeared in front of me and I heard thousands of sinister voices saying all at once; "welcome young Lanfear. I have waited many Cycles for the Blood that is shed today. On this day, the Weaver shall fall, and thus, so will the Triat."

Lanfear shivers uncontrollably, but continues her story. "Ah, but before you will die by my hand, I want you to know, your mother just died screaming, calling for her false god, Alak-Nacha" A wicked grin appeared on the distorted face, but as soon as it came, the grin disappeared and it looked startled all of a sudden. The voices thundered; "NO, not now!.why today!!..He can't recite it now! Not now!." Then the world seem to shrink and the twisted face grew uncountable tentacles that reached for anything that would keep the Adversary in this realm, including me. Some of the tentacles took hold of me and they pulled me along into the nothingness as the Adversary screamed the most foul things about a man called Nash. In the nothingness -there is not better word to describe that place- I was imprisoned, along with the Adversary. For reasons unknown to me, I could brush the pattern. I saw...no...lived ..a thousand lives. I think I was somehow still linked to the Adversary, or maybe I was somehow just very close to the center of the pattern."

Lanfear shrugs, and seems to think. "Wait, let me show you."

Lanfear closes her eyes and whispers a few words as a part of the web behind her vibrates and forms a mirror. The strands turn dark and all of a sudden you see a young male elf donning a gold dragonscale on his armor, gleaming with pride. The elven boy's life flashes before your eyes.Then darkness comes...blink.

• With a dark look the cleric touches his ebon sigil snarls and attacks while shouting 'for the Wyrm!!!" His life spins past..Then the darkness comes..blink.
• A beautiful woman stands in her temple absently stroking a rod of learning that hangs from her belt. Again, events in the woman's life seem to go faster and faster until the darkness comes ..blink
• The warrior woman snickers as she beams a smile at her God. She can't stop giggling about the pun just told and taps her mark of mirth while doing her best to get out of a very relaxing couch.. battles.loves.death.darkness..blink.
• The idiot cackles and attacks, smearing his opponents blood on a panther's claw..life .death..darkness.blink
• A small halfling thief yells "kalten!" and hides in the shadows..darkness.blink.
  

life.darknessblink.life.darknessblink-blink-blink..

Lanfear releases the web and wipes the pearls of sweat from her forehead. "I don't know how long I have been in that place between life and death, for time simply did not exist there. I am the same young woman the stood cowering in that evil place of worship, but with so much more experience. What I learned from all those lives is, that no matter whom all those people worshipped, willingly or unwillingly they served the Triat. In the end, all are Wyld, Wyrm or Weaver. I have been all three countless times, while living other people's lives without those people knowing I was touching their thread. Since I am no longer bound in the nothingness, the prison that holds the Adversary is weakening and any time soon, He will break free from the prison and He will be able to touch this Universe again."

Lanfear shudders and paces along the web, her hand idly tracing one of the threads. "We must be ready for Him once the Adversary is free again!!" Lanfear seems to realize she is shouting and starts to blush. She continues in a hushed voice. "Once I was freed from my prison, the first thing I did was look for any signs of the man called Nash, since He was the One who saved me from certain death at the 'hand' of the Adversary. Everyone I spoke to, spat at the name Nash. Everyone, until I met Silonch and Katrana. They both worshipped a deity in favor of Lord Nash. I talked to them about their deity and decided to join their ranks to await the return of the Adversary and do battle against His forces. At first I did not notice anything wrong in the Black Conclave, because I was so busy with becoming more powerful so that I could better protect and preserve the Pattern from the destructive plans of the Adversary. But slowly it dawned on me that the Conclave was tainted by something very wicked. Fear gripped my heart, as I finally understood what was amiss. I thought the Black Conclave were Wyldlings, who spread chaos in the name of the Lich, but in the end still serving the Seeker of Filth and thus the Triat. But the more I heard their whispers among one another, the more I came to understand they slowly but steadily destroyed the pattern. Threads removed by the Wyld are rewoven into the pattern eventually, thus keeping the web well balanced. The threads destroyed by my Brothers and Sisters in the Black Conclave were ripped from the web and often were not replaced. Many Spirits left the Realm forever because of Conclave actions. Even prayers to the Lich could not take my fears away: The Adversary already touched the Realm and many Conclave members are His servants. I was shocked at the boldness of the Adversary to have his prison slowly weakened by people who thought they were serving the man who had put Him there; Lord Nash. I immediately left the Black Conclave, and now I wish to join You."

Lanfear suddenly stops near the western archway, her hand still tracing along the web. You notice she is looking at the unnatural form in the web. Her hand reaches for the sling-like shape to untangle it and restore the web.

You say, "don't" and Lanfear's hand freezes inches from the hammock.

Lanfear says, "sorry Lady of Fate, I only want to preserve the Web, as I was learned Epochs ago from my mother and her priestesses.I know I have still much to learn about tending the web. I was hoping You could teach me. I have met all the requirements that were asked of me. I have explored many cities and brought back something from every city as was required. I have helped many new adventurers with information, equipment and spells. Noctus, Your Guardian of Fate has volunteered to stand beside me if You deem me fit to be one of the Chosen"

Selecting three Geasa did not take me long.

The First and most important is that I will never use a spell that produces any kind of fire. Since I see it as my task to preserve and tend the Patterning of the Tapestry, I cannot risk harming the Web in any way. Since any Fire Spell can easily harm threads of the Web, I will refrain from using them.

My Second Geasa is that I will group with other people as much as I can. This will allow me to gain knowledge and also allows me to spread the things I know more easily. During my time in the Conclave I often lacked help from anyone, and there was no one to group with. These were two vital things I really missed.

Therefore the Third Geasa I will bond myself to, is to aid all who do not support the Adversary. I will use all my abilities to help others for at least one Moon upon entering and when I must depart from the Realm, and at least one Moon every 2 Years, or 26 Moons."

Lanfear breathes deep and stands tall. With a stroke of her hand she combs her long silver braid from her shoulder to her back, revealing a small ferret you didn't notice before on the exposed shoulder. The ferret looks around and chatters at a weasel that darts across the floor.

The ferret climbs down, jumps the last two feet to the temple floor and starts chasing the weasel in friendly play.

As You raise your eyebrow Lanfear chuckles and says, "Meet my familiar Velkyn. Her name means 'hidden' or 'invisible' in the old Drow tongue. You can see why. Velkyn and I stand ready to face the dangers of N'Kai if You wish it..All I wish is to serve and obey You, Lady Cordir.and to stand ready for the day the Adversary breaks free.."