The Elfhome (Zalam Medina) is a place of dispair and darkness.
It's nested within a network of caves and tunnels in the Underdark that resemble a sponge: circular caverns, porous, cut from both ancient lava and water. When the party approached this geologic formation, they noted that it would be easy to get lost in these tunnels, and that it was like a maze. You'd have to be very good at direction-sense to find your way in and out. Khal'd'fae seemed intimately familiar with the caves. It took a two-day march through these caves to arrive at the Elfhome.
There are hundreds of small to medium caves throughout the network of tunnels; there are relatively fewer larger caves where a hundred people or less could gather; there are just two main caverns which could be seen as major concentration areas and where larger structures are found.
The colony of Drow number to nearly one thousand and most live in absolute squalor. Their clothing are just tattered rags and cloth. Most familial units live together in open tunnels or caves that they've claimed over the years. They amass their meager belongings and property into these spaces and subsist, raise young children, or idle their time. Some live eight to fifteen in a single small cave.
There are some places and homes with doors, reinforcing beams, furniture, or ladders crafted from the wood of the strange Underdark trees. There are many objects crafted from stone - and not by chisel and hammer, as Gorbash and Tamroohk would note - but by some force of will or magic. Most of these things the Drow created are functional in nature. But there are some structures that have been carved from wood or stone that are amazing pieces of art that showcase their talents and heritage. Intricate carvings,
It is quickly noted that not all Drow are equal here.
Most of the citizens are smelly, dirty, unbathed, black-skinned and bright-white haired with almond-shaped silver eyes, and they only speak their native language. The population is obviously young, breeding, and thriving - it's overbalanced in youth, in fact, with very few elder populations. They spend their days performing labors, working together for a common whole. All resources like food and water are rationed and redistributed in orderly ways to the masses. There are domesticated forms of protein (goats, sheep, dogs, chickens, smaller birds that resemble quail but aren't) that they keep in cages within the caves; they appear sullen and sickly, their interbreeding obvious. There are vegetation farms in other caves where they harvest eatable tubers, plants, and mushrooms that can grow in the Underdark. Water is amassed from a variety of sources - you learn - that exist within a 50 mile radius of the Elfhome. Water and food are redistributed every day through a centralized process.
Yet there is a subset of Drow that are well-groomed, bathed, their hair braided and combed, who live in private caves with doors and shuttered holes in their caves that function as windows. Some of them wear brilliant jewelry. Some of them would appear quite older than the young unwashed masses. These Drow would appear to be part of a patriarchal aristocracy. Those in the aristocracy form their political leadership and make decisions for the entire colony. But even the aristocracy is found standing in those lines for food and water. The party would be surprised to note that some aristocrats actually help with the labor and manual chores too eek out a living here. Despite their trappings, they're just as much at the mercy of their citizen's good graces to eat every day, and although they carry a certain dignity about themselves and their manners, they're still just as hungry as everyone else. Some of these aristocrats are kind and compassionate. Others are spiteful and full of repressed rage.
There is a militia comprised of perhaps 150 young Drow who would remind you of Abja'fae and Qazan'fae: extremely young, untrained, untested, just coming of age. Like the Drow party you've encountered, their weapons are primarily bow and arrow and spear; they have little to no armor; they're trained to do little more than hunt and crowd control. They help with resource distribution and keeping the peace.
The militia is commanded by five veterans who've seen war and conflict, and who've some seasoning. Khal'd'fae is one of them. Khal is recognized as their leader only by birthright - he is not their senior - and there is one of these veterans who might be two hundred years older than Khal with more military experience, but is still subordinate to Khal's family. In meeting them, the party would note that they've ancestral weapons and armor that've been handed down through generations - they've long lost the ability forge and craft intricate weapons made from steel.
The Dwarves are immediately accepted by these veterans who wish to speak of military matters, mining, basic forging techniques, help with maintaining their ancient armor and weapons.
The oldest veteran's name is Dwa'd'fae, and he is a Battle Master of sufficient level that could train Gorbash to 8th Level. Another veteran is Wyan'd'fae, a Champion, would could train Tamroohk to 7th Level. The veterans would be willing to train them in exchange for knowledge and understanding of basic dwarven mining, forging, metalwork, and weapons upkeep.
Another veteran - Qwyn'd'fae - is of sufficient level in Ranger to train Elan to 8th Level. Qwyn'd'fae is a Beast Master and has a kettle of trained hawks that he would proudly show to Elan. They hunt for small game in the Underdark. His favorite hawk is named Emerald Sun in Elvish, and she is beautiful. Qwyn'd'fae would be happy to train Elan and show her the Faewalks in this part of the Underdark for a small piece of her soul. Qwyn'd'fae says Elan's soul is unique and seems extrasensory. Elan was slightly taken back by that, but, there's apparently a blood ritual that the Drow perform that promises a sliver of her soul be pledged to Qwyn'd'fae in the afterlife. Qwyn'd'fae almost trivializes it, and in conversations with Khal, he explains that he's seven pledges of his soul to other Drow ... in a space where nobody has anything but their souls and bodies, it seems to be fair currency.
Tolman would be quick to note that there's an underground organization here - a thieves' guild - that Jeu'd'fae would be more than comfortable to introduce him to. Jeu would also characteristically be shy about mentioning an assassins' guild or where he - sometimes - disappears to, but it's obvious to Tolman that the cunning nature of the Drow race would only preclude that kind of thing. The guild exists mainly to punish others who thieve without sharing with the guild and its members, and to distribute exotic things pilfered from the aristocrats, or, found by happenstance in the surrounding caves and environs. Tolman is quickly accepted here - the Drow seem to identify with an "other" very easily - and Tolman's experience with magic makes him easy to get along with. Yet if you asked Tolman if he'd like to spend more than a few hours alone with anyone from the guild in those dark lonely caves that even he's uncertain how to find his way around without Jeu ... well, he'd be extremely nervous ... but Jeu'd'fae does introduce Tolman to some nameless Drow that could train him in general Rogue skills and Assassin skills, but alas, no Arcane Tricksters. Tolman can be trained, but the mysterious Drow who won't give their name wants a tribute - money, gems, jewelry, something - to conduct the transaction.
There are no magicians or schools of magic here, as one of think, as the Drow live in abject ignorance and poverty. Ma'yah feels very out of sorts here as this setting would be tremendously afar from her wealthy, learned upbringing in Rhackdalia. She would feel most comfortable around an elder aristocrat woman named Rhand'fae who Khal'd'fae introduced the party to. Rhand'fae is a wizened woman who has spent many years on this earth and has many stories to tell - histories, lore, tall and small tales. She is charming, kind, artistic, graceful, and speaking with her in her native tongue is like listening to poetry. She is so old that she speaks even a variant form of Elvish ... something older than what all of these other Drow are using. It was Rhand'fae who revealed the history of the colony and their exodus from the Northern Palasades, a thousand miles to the west of the Aljahim Alssahra.
Rhand'fae is a Bard of significant level. In listening to her stories, Llew quickly summizes that she's better than a college - she's centuries of experience. With help interpreting her language, Llew could be trained by Rhand'fae to 8th Level Bard.
Further, there are no Drow clerics here. None. Rhand'fae is able to tell Siegride of legends long past, worship of Loth, that was worshiped by her grandmother, but it has been so very long that even Rhand'fae doesn't remember too many details about those practices. Loth was sinister, evil, angry. It was the worship of Loth that was a factor that pushed the Drow from the Northern Palasades. Rhand'fae says that they abandoned Loth as She abandoned them.
But that doesn't preclude one cleric, a Priest of the Faceless God, Jake Ross. Jake Ross has a cave that he's called his own for several years now, and it's there that he privately studies, prays, pays homage to his deity. With his newfound ability to create food and water, to heal, and to talk more about hope than about death and survival, it is not long before Jake Ross has attracted two Drow females interested more in Phedarge, and spend time with him as he prays, and he begins training them in the ways of Phedarge in his meager cave. In his conversations with the Drow, Jake draws on his experience traveling between here and Seattle - by way of Tanelorn - to find his way. In conversations with Siegride, Jake confides that he will need to find a larger cave by which to attract more people and to build his ministry, and is already speaking to others about that. It's obvious to Siegride that Jake has a captive audience here ... thirsty for something else in their lives besides survival. They seek meaning. Jake will flourish here, over time.
Daemon sticks close to Ma'yah. He doesn't trust any of these Drow and he's very frightened. He carries with him the crystal globe that was given to him by his master, to aid any of the party for returning to a place of their choosing.
The party discover other useful things about the Drow and their Zalam Medina.
- There are wild magic sorcerers and novice/amateur traditions. The Drow have innate spellcasting abilities and Ma'yah finds that intriguing. Ma'yah is curious about these wild magic casters, and would be curious in watching their rites and rituals and processes.
- The twins Qazan and Abja have many friends, and they're now the most skilled of their generation. They talk of the strangers as near Gods-on-Earth who make water and food, call lightning from the sky, battle masters who kill with deadly skill, and shoot with even Elvish precision. They talk the party up and everywhere the party goes, they are revered and respected to some degree (if not viewed skeptically or even with impolite long stares from others).
- Siegride often finds herself wanting to be alone. Where ever she goes in the Elfhome, there are reaching hands from the impoverished and hungry. They call for food, water, hope, health, insight, wisdom ... they are so needy ... and she's rightfully afraid to just start helping just one Drow, for the cascade effect that may create. They are so needy. Jake may help fill that void, over time, but not in the short term. And Siegride sees the stares, the skepticism, the fear, from some of the elite, the aristocrats, who look at Jake with such vile hate that Siegride fears for his life. Siegride reminds herself of what Rhand'fae pointed out, that it was religion - faith - in Loth that undid these Elves and cast them away from the Northern Palasades. Memories run long here. Jake may be in danger.
- Jeu'd'fae receives training in his discipline and often disappears for lengthy times.
- Khal'd'fae receives training from Qwyn'd'fae as well.
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