Every Chosen was ready, except for one who remained utterly at a loss.
That was Minthara, the Paladin sworn to Lolth from Menzoberranzan in the Underdark. When she heard Lolth's call, she froze.
Me, fight Lolth?
Are you serious?
Me?
But whatever happened, Lolth's call was an order. The only thing Minthara could do was obey and advance.
Into the depths of the Weave Pits, to the gates of Lolth's sanctuary!
Once all six Chosen arrived at the gates, Lolth's ascension ritual would begin!
The four Greater Daemons of Chaos were fighting the armies of the Weave Pits. As the Khorne Warriors rolled over hundreds of millions of spiders like war chariots, even Khorne, seated upon the Brass Throne, had to admit that they had met their match.
The reason was simple: the Drow armies within the Weave Pits were exceptionally tenacious. Besides thousands upon thousands of demons and spider monsters, Lolth had prepared countless traps and bizarre creatures. In a rare turn of events, the Chaos army of over twenty thousand, led by the four Greater Daemons, had become bogged down in the Weave Pits. Both sides fought endlessly over the ruins of a city in a basin.
The Drow's supreme commander was Aykafra. Lolth's chief diplomat and the mortal dictator of the goddess's organization and religious following across the Multiverse, this alluring priestess was renowned for her cruelty and cunning. She possessed absolutely no sympathy or mercy and always thought before acting. Aykafra ruthlessly eliminated any rival before they could become a genuine threat. Her enthusiasm for manipulating and discarding her subordinates had even impressed Lolth.
Most of the time, the priestess wore a mocking sneer. In the presence of powerful planar beings, however, Aykafra became mild-mannered and displayed an appropriate degree of diplomatic respect.
Aykafra had