Nastya did not like the Underdark.
In the dark, misty Underdark, no creature showed its true colors. Every creature was deceitful and dangerous as a matter of course. A clear glimmer appeared here, a thread of fate gleaming like crystal, drawing her gaze and revealing its past and its near future, so much like her own.
That tiny glimmer in the dark Abyss promised renewal and even greater glory, promised all manner of delights tinged with a little danger-fatal danger for a naturally immortal being.
To the Drow, turmoil meant personal gain; there were no shortcuts through their turbulent lives. She knew that beauty alone would not raise their standing if they made no effort.
Living in a vortex of uncertainty, living amid true chaos, beauty was fleeting, terribly fleeting.
She had finally found happiness after so much hardship. She did not want to plunge back into this turmoil and chaos.
Still, this was a good chance to take another step forward, a gamble and an adventure that might free her world from Lolth forever. She hoped to witness and enjoy it all with a clearer mind.
Whatever happened, though, even during the process, she could take pleasure in feeling the hunger of her own fear and ambition.
Nastya was both afraid and eager. As a Drow, her heart was always so complicated. She discovered that even as she loathed these things beyond measure, her soul, long settled in peace, yearned for excitement, for the forbidden, for a brush with sin.
Experiencing countless ways to play with Aaron could satisfy only half of Nastya's cravings. The other half, she would claim from Lolth.
At the end of 1368 Dalereckoning, a great rebellion erupted in Ched City, a city in the Underdark.
Ched was not a particularly famous city in the