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The year is 1374 DR. Sixteen years have passed since the Time of Troubles, when the gods were made humble, and forced to wander the Realms as mortals. With the ascension of the mad god Cyric, Prince of Lies, and the recent return of the tyrant god Bane, Lord of Darkness, the future of Faerûn seems increasingly uncertain. It falls to bold individuals who possess an abundance of cunning, might, and determination to shape the future... should they be up to the challenge.
'Temple' is a word that summons forth a collection of memories. You recall the days during which you trained as a priestess of Lolth, goddess of chaos and darkness and spiders, the matriarch of the Ilythiiri race. The Spider Queen is a demanding deity, and her followers in turn must spend every moment vigorously working to gain her favor, be it through combat, tributes, or intrigues. Capricious to the extreme, to serve Lolth as a member of her clergy is to devote the whole of one's being to becoming a judge, a juror, an executioner that carries out her will in exchange for a fraction of her power.
It should come as no surprise that you spectacularly failed every single one of your lessons. Even as a girl, you were inclined to follow your own lead. Feverishly doing the bidding of a higher power in the vain hope that they would elevate you at their whim held no appeal for you at a time when you were beginning to realize that you possessed a rare talent for athletics and skill-at-arms. Mother made certain to hit you twice as often after you had declared that you would be dropping your theology lessons to fit more exercises into your schedule.
That is not to say that you did not pray to Lolth out of fearful obeisance. The gods of the Realms are present and active, and the Weaver of Chaos is more than capable of destroying you where you stand should she so desire. Fortunately for you, they are not omniscient - you can only assume that her attention has not turned toward you recently, or that she has yet to pass judgement on your actions. Still, it would be prudent to seek the protection of another divinity soon, even a surfacer god, lest you be smitten before you can confront your sisters.
'Temple' is a word that summons forth a collection of memories. You recall the days during which you trained as a priestess of Lolth, goddess of chaos and darkness and spiders, the matriarch of the Ilythiiri race. The Spider Queen is a demanding deity, and her followers in turn must spend every moment vigorously working to gain her favor, be it through combat, tributes, or intrigues. Capricious to the extreme, to serve Lolth as a member of her clergy is to devote the whole of one's being to becoming a judge, a juror, an executioner that carries out her will in exchange for a fraction of her power.
It should come as no surprise that you spectacularly failed every single one of your lessons. Even as a girl, you were inclined to follow your own lead. Feverishly doing the bidding of a higher power in the vain hope that they would elevate you at their whim held no appeal for you at a time when you were beginning to realize that you possessed a rare talent for athletics and skill-at-arms. Mother made certain to hit you twice as often after you had declared that you would be dropping your theology lessons to fit more exercises into your schedule.
That is not to say that you did not pray to Lolth out of fearful obeisance. The gods of the Realms are present and active, and the Weaver of Chaos is more than capable of destroying you where you stand should she so desire. Fortunately for you, they are not omniscient - you can only assume that her attention has not turned toward you recently, or that she has yet to pass judgement on your actions. Still, it would be prudent to seek the protection of another divinity soon, even a surfacer god, lest you be smitten before you can confront your sisters.
