March 2002

Mordighan's Interview
Posted Thursday, March 21, 2002 by Dove

It was difficult to pin the illusive dark elf down for an interview, but I managed to catch up with Mordighan in Jasyle's tavern one afternoon. His attitude toward me, a surface dweller, was indifferent, annoyed and even repulsed at times, which is why I probably had such a hard time even getting him to meet with me. This was the first time I had met the drow.

He was tall for his race, 5'3", and weighed about 120 pounds. The dark elf was well muscled with long white/silver hair. His attire was immaculate. He wore supple black leather pants and a striking black silk shirt trimmed in emerald green with an emerald spider hovering near his left shoulder and an emerald web barely noticeable radiating outward embedded in the cloth. His hair was partially pulled back and held with a small emerald carving of a spider. He had emerald green eyes and his face carried a rather languid, unconcerned look.

Mordighan is from the dark elven city of Chivenatok, which is located underneath the ThunderCliff Mountains and to the northwest, somewhat near where the Watchful Spider Tavern is located. He attended school studying war craft and fighting - hand to hand as well as armed combat - thievery, assassination techniques and magic arts. As a young male just finishing school, a fellow student at the academy that had grown quite jealous of Mord, destroyed his entire house (family line). An attempt was made upon Mord as well. Mord knew who had so nearly succeeded in their focused genocide, and answered the debauchery with something that clearly gave him pleasure. "I understand there is a fine outcrop of mushrooms growing where I left his corpse," was his closing comment. He is the sole survivor. I had read once in a library of wisdom that "Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy?" This thought crossed my mind as he spoke of this portion of his past.

Surviving the treachery, he made his way through the Underdark for several years alone before arriving upon the surface world in the Bastille area. He has loosely attached himself to the Watchful Spider Tavern and has done a few favors for Mavralyn, the proprietress. Currently, he is escorting the daughter of Mavralyn, Nelavra, to the city of his birth. I asked what was in store for him and the drowess. "Ahh, we shall have to wait and see. She is a most intriguing drowess though," he mused. I turned the conversation to his friends and his guild.

Mordighan belongs to the Dark Triad guild. He is the AGM and Admissions officer and has been with the guild since its inception and is aspiring towards a dark knighthood. He was in the realm of NeverWinter for a year and a half and most enjoyed the community and the PvP (head to head or ffa's, both were fun). In the Forgotten world he looks forward to awakening a long slumbering need to be bad. Rallying the forces of evil(dark elves)and lead them to conquests over the weak surface-dwelling fools of this world appeals to him. Dark times await those that his vengeance shall fall upon. I know this to be true, for I was very uncomfortable in his company.