Claiming: A Drow Rite

This is a story of my brother's wife - or rather, his lifemate. Most of her tales are spent gallivanting around the World of Greyhawk. She is a Lolth devotee, a templar warrior who goes on missions to retrieve heretics for our underground society. As most of her time is spent caught in a vortex of sword, sorcery, and church politics very little of her time was spent in delightful romps most of us call sex. What romps she did engage in are worth the telling. Darling that she is, the poor girl is illiterate, hence I pen her tales. Her story begins at a time when the drow were a dream. They were considered only a legend. Something used to frighten children into being good. Before they were seen almost regularly, as they are these days, on the Surface World. She kept the fires of legend sacred. She kept the numbers of Surface Drow at an absolute minimum. She would have kicked Drizzt Do'Urden's ass - ahem, had she made a trip to the Forgotten Realms (bless you for him, by the way, Mr. Salvatore). Even among her own kind she is different.

The characters in this story were originally created when the World of Greyhawk and the Fiend Folio were originally printed. The name "Æiristus" is a blend of the Aerdy Sea and, though Æiristus denies it, namesake of the goddess Istus, fittingly, the "colorless and all-colored" goddess of fate. Most characters were used in play by myself and some very good friends of mine. All things, characters, and activities in this story are fictitious (a product of my friends and my collective and often perverted imaginations). The World of Greyhawk, Lolth, Aerdy Sea, Istus, Forgotten Realms, and Drizzt Do'Urden, respectfully, belong to TSR/WoTC and are used herein as a part of my favorite fan-fiction. Because, let's face it, they did a hell of a job.

I welcome constructive input from all readers. Positive comments are always appreciated. Any non-constructive or willfully destructive input will only incur my ire and may get you hexed. ; ) One day I hope to have the collective works of Æiristus and her companions published in traditional novel format. Therefore, she is my intellectual property (and my e-mail name), but you are welcome to save copies of the story for your personal amusement as long as it is not sold or otherwise reproduced without my consent. ... I'll shut up now.

Send comments to Lilith aeiri@msn.com