MOTDE: "We need to 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 there are murmurs among the crowd, some look scared seeing your commanding figure pass them by, and some bow deeper than they need to.
Minvir being second in command of the huntresses walks right behind you. She speaks to you in a soft, complementary voice. "Word of last nights... victory seem to have spread around camp High-Huntress."
"Oh? What do they say." You reply with courtly curiosity.
"There is talk of a... great black snake of Char around camp. A dreadfully large and menacing monster with insatiable, carnal hunger. It´s raging wantonness and uncompromising mercilessness is only matched by its wielders dominant demeanor, cunning mind and stunningly beautiful figure." Minvir says with lewd overtones.
You chuckle at her words and revel in the satisfaction of your ego. Your honor is restored after Kris´s insult. The troops both fear and admire you more than ever.
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. The woman seems even more spiteful than yesterday. The contest is fresh in your minds, and it´s sever implications of losing would mean shame beyond understanding for either of you. You just stand there, staring at each other with such intense 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.
