Oftentimes I jest of our Local Rogue and Trickster Drow God because I find him pathetic and so endearingly hilarious—and at other times, there is just an entire avalanche of dark, despairing thoughts when realizing what his actual lore is, like
How his entire existence was always overshadowed by his sister's achievements.
How the only loving hand he's known was his mother's and it always struck him and stung.
Do you think he screamed, and raged, and clawed, and destroyed, weak and helpless, when Attornash came down and he lost most of his followers to the ocean tides and his sister's song?
Do you think he cried alone after his mother caught him and mutilated his body, spewing hatred and venom that seeped deep into his wounds that he never properly healed?
Do you think he assumes leadership at every opportunity and involves himself in the affairs of his clergy because he will not leave the livelihood of his followers to fate again?
Do you think the reason why he clings to his followers and is so quick to overlook their flaws for their loyalty is because they are the only people he loves and who will love him back, because their fates are so tangled?
