Isanien, pt. 1

The surface is brighter than I expected, and the smells overpowering. There are not many Drow nearby. From the overheard grumbles of the local people when I pass, I’ve come to understand they settled in a small location near one of the other surface cities. It may be a while before I can visit my sisters there.

I met a male that was able to provide some information. He is weak, but useful. He has more freedom than I expected, the open air has made them lax up here, but he remembers his place. If he continues to do so, I may reward him. If he strays too far, I may eliminate him.

I did not think I would meet one of those so soon, but I should not have been surprised. They would flee to the surface the first chance that came to them. Perhaps it was foolish to have been so open with her at the start, she will be trouble. Still, I now have my enemy exposed. There is no need for ruse. She will watch her step, and her back, and that will keep her in line. There is no hope for her. Those faithless zealots rarely see the error of their ways, even when it is too late. I will deal with her when I need to, she is not the reason I came.

The beast will be trouble as well, though he sees no difference between us. He might make a useful tool, but I doubt he can be controlled. His kind lacks the intelligence to be properly broken. They will rage blindly until they are either drooling or dead. Dangerous to be sure, and not to be underestimated, but they can be guided, if one is patient.

The rest I met were human, and the elf who thinks himself human. I never thought one could be so weak as to ally himself so closely with the mortals. I suppose that is where the half-elves come from. Disgusting. Those I have not as yet seen on the surface. Perhaps they are killed at birth, or the mother is killed before, if she is human. It is the best way to eliminate them from spreading.

I had wished to pack more gold for the expedition, but their instructions were clear. It was a moment of weakness. To ask for more would have earned me less. They may even have sent another in my place. I will not fail them. I will not fail myself. Above all, I will not fail Her.

A Black Leather Bound Book, written in Dark Elven.

This tome is travel worn. The leather obsidian black that soaks up the light. The pages a black vellum, the ink a dark red, possibly in blood. The script flows with the grace of Elven text, but with a hint of menace. To those of the Underdark, or perhaps some scholars, they would recognize it as Drow (Dark Elven). [and yes, the dark leather is Drowskin]
Usstan z’hin wund l’ Ssussun lu’ naut’kyn ol.
– “I walk into the Light and blind it.”

Boldly written on the first page, filling it, is the single phrase:

Bio: Isanien Ma’far Genei Be’Tenesh

Isanien Ma’fer Genei Be’tenesh

Drow, Female

Ranger (assassin)

Who she is:

Isanien is part of a sect of the Drow that believes the surface is rightfully theirs.  They see the enshrouding darkness of Leefe as a sign from Lolth, the Spider Queen, that it is time to reclaim their birthright.  The full numbers behind this movement are unknown, for they operate in the shadows.  They plot to see the surface dwellers either killed or enslaved.  Since before the darkness came, Isanien has been trained to such a purpose.  When a strange group of travelers passed through the Underdark, seeking deeper still, the Oracles of her people began to whisper.  Among the believers, the faithful were chosen.  Isanien was chosen, and when the darkness fell, she knew the time was soon.  But the spider does not strike in haste.  She spins her web, bides her time, and waits in the shadows for the moment to come.  And after years of waiting as her people continued their slow migration to the surface, Isanien stepped forward, and out into the land of night.

Isanien is an apprentice assassin, trained in subterfuge, stealth, and of course death.  She has been sent forth to complete her training on the surface.  She is to study the surface dwellers, find those most likely to be a threat to the Drow reclaiming the surface, and eliminate them.

Who she says she is:

Arriving as a Ranger of her people, Isanien seeks an understanding of the surface world. She is looking for both a knowledge of the land, its peoples, and the effect it has had on her people, the Drow.

The walk to the surface had taken far longer than Isanien had anticipated. So many of the frequented passages had collapsed over the years and not been rebuilt. She had to double back more than she would have cared to. Now, as she approached the mouth of the cave, she hesitated. Her nose stung from the strange smells of the surface. She could taste the salt in the air on her tongue. She was near the sea. The thought of a water larger than the whole of the Underdark sent shivers down her spine. How the others had managed for so long up here was a mystery to her, but one she intended to unravel. If her people could thrive among the surface dwellers then so would she. She pulled up a scarf over her nose and mouth. In time she was sure she could get used to the stench.


Isanien stands on the tall side of average, but not unusually so.  Her frame is one of athletic agility.  She is neither soft, nor is she freakishly muscled.  Her hair is the silvery white of many Drow and she keeps its shoulder length tied back and out of her way.  She carries herself with a calm demeanor of one that expects to be listened to.  Despite the fiery red of her eyes that almost glow in the reflection of available light, her gaze is a cool one, as if she is looking over the world and has found it lacking. 

Name: Isanien Ma’far Genei Be’Tenesh

Race:  Drow


Hair Color: Silvery White

Eye Color: Red

Height: 5’4

Weight: 115 lbs.

Gender: Female