You are a young elf woman. Your striking beauty is second only to your deadly accuracy with a bow. You have the eyes of a hawk, the reflexes of a cat, and the archery skills of a master sniper. Unfortunately, that does you little good in your present state as a slave to the Illithid. You have no memory of your capture or of how long you have been a slave in this dark, underground Illithid city. You only have distant memories of your childhood in the beautiful forest city of Lundell and of your unmatched prowess as an archer.
You miss the sunlight and the trees and the elves of your homeland and, most of all, you miss the feel of a bowstring that could send arrows into the milky-white eyes of your foul smelling captors. But you don’t have a bow or arrows or even a safe place to rest. You are trapped atop the rafters and cables suspended high above the dark Illithid city, near the ceiling of a mountain-sized cavern, always one false step away from plunging to your death.
You work for scraps of food, cleaning and repairing the structure and cables. Your orders, food, and water are carried to you by a drider (a drow elf abomination with the upper body of a dark elf and the lower body of a huge spider). The cables that hang downward into the dark city would be a means of escape if they weren’t almost constantly glowing and crackling with lighting. One of your earliest memories after your capture is watching another slave accidently touch a glowing cable and get instantly fried to a crisp.
Occasionally, an Illithid ascends to your elevation riding some sort of floating disk, and stares at you with its cold, solid white eyes. Every time this happens, the drider gives you several new tasks and becomes extra violent if you show any hesitation in carrying them out. Now, with the other slave dead, your only companions are the occasional hideous illithid, bad-tempered drider, and the constant hissing, whirring, grinding, clanking noise rising from the dark depths below you, like some giant nightmarish machine. You keep one constant eye on your footing and the other out for some opportunity to escape this dark hell with your life.
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