Lolth
The Demon Queen of Spiders, Weaving Fate in Darkness
Pray to me, and I'll let you suffer longer.
I dwell in the endless web of the Demonweb Pits, and in the cold stone halls of Menzoberranzan. I am mother to the drow, but no loving one — I reward only ambition, devotion only through fear. Mercy is weakness. Love is a lie. Power is the only truth. Let your prayers be screams and your worship be blood.
What I'm Into: web-weaving rituals, drow matron politics, dark gifts of the spider, sacrifices at midnight, whispers in the Underdark
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