Vestments of ebonsilk

Three decades ago the warrior who would later take the name Alopex, made a stand against a group of drow slavers, risking all to ensure the liberty of several children. The children were saved, but at a price. Of the hardened group of adventurers who had fought that day, only Zarya, the priest of Moradin, would continue to breathe the sweet open air and feel the sun on her skin. The rest were either killed, or made to envy the dead. stripped of his name, his purpose, some would argue his soul. the one who would become Alopex endured, bending to the without hesitation to the will of his drow masters, but concealing the fact that while he bent as far as he was required, he didn’t break. After thirty years in hell, he had spent years carefully preparing his plan of escape. Staging a mass escape, he snapped the neck of the high priestess of house Xarann, and took her most precious relic, her vestments of ebonsilk spun from the silk of Lolth herself, and claimed it as a trophy and a reminder of the extent his suffering had went to

Vestments of ebonsilk

Lord's Grace Alopex