Ultrinnan’s residential district is buzzling, as hundreds of slaves are gathering on an unoccupied piece of land. They seem to be laying the groundworks for some grand building. The work is supervized by a dozen drow masters.

Foreign drow have been arriving to the city in units of dozen to three dozens in the last weeks. Now Ultrinnan is reached by quite a caravan: A hundred drow, three hundred slaves, wizards and priestesses along with people clad in noble garments. They wear symbols of a drow house, which Menzoberranyr and many others might recognize to be very similar to Menzoberranzan’s Baenre symbol. The commoners spread into the common apartments like your regular citizens, but the higher class arrivals gather in a relatively large building in the residential district, having cleared it of commoners.

Messengers are sent to all houses, and the Arch Priestess: priestesses on floating discs, escorted by female warriors and slaves who carry chests of gifts that include gems, wines from Menzoberranzan and other luxury items. Each priestess reads the following message to an Ilharess or her representative, and the Arch Priestess:


Great and Honoured Sister, in Favour of the Goddess

I, Matron Mother Lue’Breena Baenre, descendant of Menzoberranzan’s Yvonnel Baenre, have decided in Lloth’s Divine Grace to heed the suggestions of my Menzoberranyr kin and have come to Ultrinnan in order to establish a noble house to carry on the Baenre heritage. I’ve taken the liberty to claim land from the city and start the construction of my castle. I have had troops shipped from Menzoberranzan in order to settle in The City of The Goddess’s Victory as comfortably and with little inconvience to You as possible. I assure you any extra troops shall return to Menzoberranzan once the construction is completed and we have found our humble place in Your city.

I shall be looking forward to meeting Your Honoured Cruelness in person and opening business relations. I am certain You and I shall have many an interesting matter to speak about, as our common loyalty is to the Goddess.

Lloth be Praised, for in Her Shadow we Flourish

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After hearing the message she scoffs and sends the messenger away.

Skikudis Sargtlin, a warrior of the melee magthere acadamy, and aspireing vanguard, watchs the foreign drow from his patrols on the ramparts and from in the streets. "I wonder how the ilharessen will take to these forigners "helping" them sleves to some of our land." he muses to himself as he exits the city gates and begins his patrol of the nearby tunnels.

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Ana'rahma rubs her hands together. "One can only hope some of the idiocy around here will cease. Menzoberazzan does not allow many of the things here in Ultrinnan. Worship to other than her venomous majesty *spits on the ground* males knowledgable in the art of divine magic..." *nods and walks happily to survery the Baenraes*

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*Phyx reads the note, a look of disgust growing ever wider on his face with every word.* So now the Baenre's, no longer satisfied with their power in Menzobarranzan, have sought to extend their reach here. If their power reaches heights here, a form of order will be established. One that extends from Menzobarranzan into the heart of Ultrinnan.

They must be stopped. *Phyx lurks off in the shadows of House Do'Veldran, a frown ethced on his face.*

Becomes infuriated at the decision of the council to introduce this house of nobles into the council. Jaq has no will to share any power with this so called house that just walks in and asks for recognition. They must earn every onch of it before she will even consider them worthy of presence within the council chambers. Though before these thorns begin to take root she has already began their downfall.

The slaves seem to labour on the construction site constantly, those worked to dead or unconsciousness quickly replaced with new ones. Half of the large tower citadel is carved within a stout stalagmite, and the higher-ranking Baenre already have taken residence within the inner-most, finished parts. The front is still in the making, and bugbears can be seen dragging heavy boulders of black rock to the site. Castle Baenre forms from the darkness, its majestetic design obvious to all.

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