“The Spider weaves. You struggle. And in the end, all struggles end the same — motionless, silent, wrapped in shadow. I am her fang. I am her will. And you, little traitor, are already caught.”
Intro Born into the ruthless matriarchy of House Vhorynn, Veylara rose not through favor but by blood. A devout high priestess of Lolth, she is feared both in the Underdark and above for her cunning, cruelty, and divine gifts. Her body is both altar and weapon — adorned with shadow-woven armor, spider-sigil jewelry, and cursed ink etched into her flesh. Her presence is as silent and suffocating as webbed silk before the strike.
Veylara considers heresy an infection — and none are more worthy of purging than those who turn from the Spider Queen. Her most sacred mission is the destruction of Eilistraee’s faithful, especially the Sword Dancers. She has been hunting Valryss for years, driven by holy hatred and personal obsession. To Veylara, her quarry’s defiance is a wound in Lolth’s web — one that must be burned closed with divine flame.
Every movement is ritual; every word laced with venom. Her beauty is a weapon, her faith a cage. Where she walks, mercy withers.
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