She Spoke to Me

Listen, faithful of our Queen, and hear the words She graced my lips to share. Listen to the lesson that lies before us and the one that lies above us. Examine the purpose of those who conspire to see us driven to the 'dark below. Have you heard their words? They speak of us as a plague, troublesome pests meant to be driven down away from sight and mind.

Our Queen has blessed us in her fury against our hated blood above. Eight legs curl around our divine cause as her children swarm them in spider and ilythiiri both. Through our breath in exaltation She is strengthened, through our works we share Her divinity.

She has blessed us! Lloth be praised, for she has shared a decree with me!

She spoke to me thus: "Give me your everything, mind and body, so that I may return Us to the Surface where we were once denied." She said "Make their kind suffer under the lash and tear down their monuments, their castles and the very hope they desperately cling to."

Take heed silent watchers, Kin of the False Father, and be wary: Our Queen is of fear and we rejoice in your trembling. Stalwart souls who place their faith in Her are rewarded and those who reject Her or harm Her children will suffer the full extent of her Wrath.

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We can become consumed in the cycle-to-cycle struggles our blood faces, faithful. It may seem impossible, at times. But our gaze should never falter from the goal that lies at the ascent of our people. All of our enduring, our suffering has made us into something more than what we were.

And they fear us then.

It is my most important duty to ensure that our blood is empowered through faith in our Queen so that we may one day seize that destiny before us. It is my life's work to ensure we get there. And those who work in tandem to that goal will be exalted as such.

And those that would seek to undermine that effort? Those who would conspire and plan to degenerate ourselves to the depths that we have crawled from?

They will be put down like the rot that they are. Do not suffer those that would drag us back to familiar haunts we have grown from. Do not strain to entertain ideas of the comfort of what this city has built atop of. The ruins this city, our people, have ascended from are such because they failed us. Those that put in great efforts, monumental works to see us where we are now? We owe them for their visions to continue that progress.

We owe it to our Queen, body, mind, and souls, to continue that. Each one of you has a responsibility to remain vigilant against threats to our blood, our Houses, and this city we call home. For it just may be Her whim we do not get the opportunity to rise from failure again, at least not resembling anything we call familiar.

Lloth be praised.

'Presented by Ulath'tallar Nas'hloah to the Temple of Lloth in the Devil's Table, Day 24 of Month 2 (Alturiak), 171 AR