Szith Morcane: Letter From a Drow Captain
Indrizil:
Word has probably reached you about the fall of Maerimydra, and perhaps you have wondered about my safety. Obviously, I survived the sack of the city, although it was a close call indeed. The city fell at the hands of mere chattel - the priestesses of the Spider Queen had kept the city so cowed that, with their powers gone, its defenders could not resist even a force of goblins, ogres and giants. We held our strong places for a while without the clerics, but then House Chumavh was overthrown from within and so we were undone.
I write to you now from Szith Morcane, the old outpost north and west of the city. Perhaps you will come and visit me - though I must say that if you still profess faith in Lloth you will not be welcomed by those who rule here now. The Spider Queen's priestesses have found a new role here, one which I think you would not enjoy overmuch.
I do not know if you still cling to the hope that the Spider Queen will restore you - will restore all of us - to her favour, but if you do, I urge you to reconsider. It is not too late for you or for our bond of blood. The Lady of the Dead will accept you still, just as she has taken me into her care. All Maerimydra is her temple now, and her emissaries rule here too. Abandon your empty allegiance to a silent goddess and come to Szith Morcane, but do not wear the emblem of the spider. I have need of allies of my own blood, and if Lloth still ignores your pleas, I suspect you do as well.
- Rhavauz