Arden’s Tale

I was born in the dark — Menzoberranzan — city of spiders, deceit, and the endless worship of a cruel goddess. My family… we were Drow, yes, but not her servants. My parents turned their backs on Lolth, rejected her lies and her hunger for power. They followed the exiled hero, Drizzt Do’Urden, hoping the world above might hold something better than the Queen’s web. For a while, it did. We found freedom in the cold winds of the north — hunted, hated, but free. I remember laughter… for a time.

But the Spider Queen does not forgive. Her assassins came one winter night. I can still hear their blades in the snow, their prayers to her name as they slaughtered my family. My mother died protecting my brother and sister. My father cursed her name with his last breath. When the blood stopped steaming in the snow, I was the only one left alive.

That night, I prayed — not to the gods of mercy or light. They had no place for me. I prayed to Hoar, the Doombringer — god of vengeance and poetic justice. And He answered. Not with comfort… but with purpose. For more than two centuries, I have walked this world carrying His will — punishing the corrupt, the cruel, and the faithless. I am no saint. I am no hero. But when the unjust draw breath……I draw steel. And when their blood touches the ground, I whisper a prayer to Hoar — that another debt has been paid.

That’s my story. Whether it’s truth or a lie… that’s for you — and Hoar — to decide.