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    The piercing, unholy wail of a babe filled the lightless room, contained within by enchantments that barred all sound moving in and out.  Those within covered their sensitive ears.  All except the high priestess.  Her delicate drow ears immune to the creatures cries by the graces of the Spider Queen, Lolth, she immediately wadded a square of black silk into the infant's mouth.
    The child now effectively silenced, Matron Baern'xal of the First House of Darkend's Keep looked to the high priestess, her first daughter.  "It is female, as he promised?" she asked.  The priestess nodded.  "Excellent," the drow hissed.  A male child would have meant keeping it, as Matron Baern'xal had no living sons of her own.
    "Bind the child, quickly!" she barked, the travail that her body had gone through obviously not dulling her mind.  "Take it from here, leave it to the wilds...hurry!"  No, she could not kill the child herself, such would be against the agreement with the demon that had spawned it.  She could, however...dispose of it.
    "Matron," the high priestess said.  "You must name it first!"
    The matron glowered at her eldest daughter...but knew she was right.  "So be it," she proclaimed.  "Xa'litha, in honor of the demon that spawned her, Baern'xal that her death might bring Lloth's favor upon our house!"


 


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    Smoldering crimson eyes glared up at the Necromancer towering above her.  Trembling and sobbing, the taste of her own dark blood heavy and fresh in her mouth, she lifted a trembling hand to her lips and brushed fingertips across them tenderly.  They would be swollen and sore for days.  With the utmost in contempt he turned his back on her and stalked out of the room.  They both knew that after twenty years his words could no longer hurt her, so he had found something that could.
    She hung her head, tears of weakness, of sorrow and pity for herself fell down her cheeks and caused her to loose an angry roar!  No!  She would not become frail and afraid!  Then, she would be useless.  Then, her survival instinct told her, he would kill her, and she did not want that. 
    The young Fey'ri slowly climbed to her feet, her coal black skin hiding her bruises well.  She stared at the corpse she had been trying to raise, replacing its own desiccated face with the masked visage of the Necromancer.  A cold smile blossomed on her ebon lips and she lifted her hands to begin the ritual again.


(As per usual, more to come as I feel inclined to write it.)

Ok, kids, here's the deal.  A, I've been role-playing for the past 20 years or so.  B, I'm a professional writer.  So before you go throwing stones and try to tell me how to do this, realize that I've been doing it longer than you've probably been alive.  I'm not going to change how I play my character just to suit you.  I do not play Xa'litha just to fight, but occasionally some arrogant little prick has to be all come-uppity and start some shit, so here's how it goes.

 

What Xa'litha Can Do
(I HATE having to make a table like this!)

Quick links to individual spells -- alphabetical order
(handy when you need to see the effects of what she just cast on you):
 

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