MOTDE: "Let's take our place as the vanguards"
From Create Your Own Story
You jerk your chin up high as the bright sun falls on your face. Your huntresses flank you as you step out of the tent. The soldiers are already in position, lightly armed for speed and agility. Deadly blades in each hand and a black armor on every chest. The only difference among the female and male warriors is the clan symbol visibly decorating their armor for all to see. The most important part for any Drow.
In the back are various cages of different sizes being unloaded. Monsters and beasts in chains are being dragged out by their masters. The supreme beast master is howling instruction, trying to get the undisciplined creatures to form rank. There are orcs, giant spiders, humanoid-like lizard creatures, and most numerous of all the mustard-colored goblins belonging to clan Valon. These uncivilized and foul creatures serve as slave troops to the Drow army.
As you walk by the ranks Drows from every clan bow their head at you. Their confirmed subservience fills you with prideful energy, but as you reach the ranks of clan Valon the reverent bows turn to hostile and offended looks. Each member of clan Valon must know what you did to Lyzzia. Not wanting a fight to break out and ruin the entire raid you let their insolence slip by unpunished. But each member of clan Valon will have their well deserved punishment before your lifetime is over, a promise you made a long time before the raid.
Finally you reach the head of the army. Solaria and her entourage of highly-ranked soldiers and bodyguards stand there waiting for your arrival. You give Solaria a broad grin.
"So, is Lyzzia´s cunt still gaping open in the shape of my cock!?" You scornfully ask her.
Solaria raises her hand at you. In it she holds the severed head of her sister. Lyzzia´s cold, dead eyes starring right at you, still possessing the same terror as at the moment of her death.
Solaria throws the head at your feat, you simply kick it away like a ball.
The co-commander stares at you with flaring nostrils and a heaving chest of anger. The woman´s eyes are filled with such contempt that Drow´s normally hide outside the bedroom. Afraid that conflict will erupt your sister chimes in.
"As the leader of the huntresses and thus the leader of the vanguards co-commander Daine shall lead the way. Co-commander Solaria shall follow in our footsteps, we shall not engage the city before the main army arrives. The hated and weak surface-elves are not aware of our presence, so stealth is of utmost importance. Remember the contest, and fight for the glory and superiority of our race and city. Take the capital, and it´s children shall be ours!"
Your sisters ceremonial speech eases tension. Without losing face you head into the forest followed by your loyal huntresses. Solaria turns to the gathered army to give her passionate pre-battle speech. You hear her speech as you leave the encampment, the lights of the teleportation gate still visible. She promises them gold, glory and sun-bathed women. Her words are the same as your thoughts, the moment of victory has arrived.
