Eurayel's journeys began in the drow city, where she learned her craft.
The Iron Citadel within the city, where Queen Illythir resides, has a
handful of instructors that is well versed in each of their crafts. Combat,
communing, incantations, and more. A plethora of knowledge to pass down to
the young drow, especially the females. Eurayel quickly grabbed the
attention of the Cleric, Priestess, Warlock, and pretty much all of the
instructors due to her prowess in several specific areas of their teachings.
The Captain of Guard, being a prominent figure in town, saw things in
Eurayel that reminded her of herself when she was young and coming of age.
She allowed the young drow to train with the guardsmen, informally of
course, seeing how the males were the basic guards, and the females were the
superiors. Not long after, she was snapping orders at the guardsmen and the
Captain would have to reel her in just a bit. Her superiority complex began
to grow, and her patience for something more grew thin. Eventually, it was
a natural instinct of hers to desire power. It manifested inside until the
day came where she wanted to surface from Unlit City and exude her prowess
upon Serin. First destination was Seringale, locating a specific guildhall.
Melee fighting, mounted combat, spell work and incantations. Yes, the
Dark-Knight guild was a perfect fit.
Coup in Unlit City
Much time has passed. Eurayel has made her mark on Serin, and her
reputation preceeds her. Once again, her desire for more was coming back to
the forefront. She knew her next move, and it was time to make it. Unlit
City was now in her sights. She devised a plan. A plan to overthrow Queen
Ilythir and take the throne for herself. Starting with an old friend, the
Captain of Guard. She was able to use her as a catalyst for infiltrating
the guardsmen. With a few bags of coins, threats, and a couple slit
throats, the coercion spread. The few Elite Guards within the Iron Citadel
were also tainted, and their allegiance was gained as well. The coup was
executed according to plan. There was nothing Ilythir could do with this
unexpected and swift event. Despite wanting to be Queen for the prestige
and power, Eurayel knew she didn't have the time to physically be on the
throne day in and day out. So she came up with another plan. Ilythir was a
known figure throughout the lands. She was adept in the trade affairs and
politics. So Eurayel came up with one option for Ilythir... You will
remain in the Citadel and be my Regent, or you will lose your head. From
Queen to now prisoner of the throne, she grudgingly accepted the offer to
buy herself more time. The coup was completed. All hail Eurayel the
Unholy, Queen of the Drow.
Her pointy ears perk up right as naturally intended, and pale skin
glimmers when touched by light. She is thin, but sturdy and strong enough.
All of her short, beautiful silver hair stands straight on end and flares
back and upwards. Something has caused her eyes to be engulfed by complete
darkness, leaving no trace of any other colour behind. They are wide open
and full of an untamed energy that sends out a intimidating glare. She
cocks her head back slightly as her sharp jaw line drops open and lets out a
purposeful cackle, saliva stringing from her teeth. You can hear her
exhaling sharply through only her nose, intensifying the emotion of the
disdainful look on her face, as she briskly snaps her head towards you. The
ambience of an unholy presence is about her. That is clear. You see the
weapon in her hand is clutched onto with intensity, turning her knuckles
white enough to be stand out against her already pale skin. Her veins are
noticeably pulsating and course with a rippling sensation.
It's like she is absorbing, or feeding off this...this darkness.