lvl?? Drow sorcerer.
Ẽ̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ born the 3rd son of house S’sril and per drow tradition was to be sacrificed to Lolth to gain her favour.Ẽ̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ death would seal the victory of House S’sril in it’s battle for 7th house.The ritual was performed by the Matron of house S’sril, E͘͏̱͕̮̭l̠̲̮͔̗k̸̟̫̹̼̬͞͝-̢͔̠̱̰̝͖̰̯͜͟s̹̲̥͠ơ͎͓̼̥͎̝͖͟͝r̟̦̗̭̤͟ͅͅn͏͍͍̤̥̙̺̟̺̭̀’̘͈̝̺̮͢ì̸̻̱̩̗̪͟ͅm̡͈̮̺̤̟̯̜͢à̹̙̟̗̠͕r̨̨̹ own mother, and would take place at the apex of the battle. The infant was tied to the alter. The priests
his own sisters carved sigials and ritualistic runes into his flesh. As the ritual climaxed, the chamber doors burst open the house messenger slides to a halt, with two guards closing in from behind. “Stop! You sacrifice the 2nd son of S’sril! Alvendar has been slain securing victory in the attack on house Do’Urden.”
The Two guards finally catch up and grab a hold of the messenger.
A voice from chamber door calls out, “release him you fools! He speaks the truth.”
Il’zator steps closer to the alter.“Mother, it is true. Alvendar is dead, and house Do’Urden has been sacked. S’sril is now the 7th house.”
A wicked smile forms in the mouth of the Matron mother.
“perfect.” She drops the dagger on the ground, looking to her daughters “Clean this up.”
“Come Il’zator you have much to tell me.”
E̖̯ͥͤ́͜l̷̺̥̏̅ͧ̑ͫ͋̋ͬ̓̀̕ͅk̶̙̍̇͆̋͛͘-̷ͫ͏͔̺̰̞͔͚ś̻̬̿͆ͧ͂̓͌̐̋̕͘o̟̻̞̗̙͑̒̓̈̉͗͘͞͝ȑ͈̙̯̟̞̓ͩ̇͌͆ͯ̈́ṉ̡̘̣̫̭̬̣ͧͥ̌̋́̒̚̚̕’̛̭̬̖̋̋̌̉̆̑ḯ̻̤ͩ̀̽͂ͯͪ͞ṁ̻̦̤̰͈̺͈̿͆ͯ͡a̫͊̚r̟͉̺͓ͣͧ͞ was taken in to the care of his sisters for the first decade of his life, learning the harsh reality of drow society. Aswell as the privileges
of nobel blood. Because the ritual remained unfinished not only was Ẽ̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ scared all over his body, his mind became displaced between the dimensions.
However he had developed the innate ability to cast high echelon spells even at a young age for a drow. His sisters no longer wanting to deal with the brat placed him in the care of the mage enclave, Where those worthy enough to be weave touched were trained to control and master the arcane knowledge of the vers. E͘͏̱͕̮̭l̠̲̮͔̗k̸̟̫̹̼̬͞͝-̢͔̠̱̰̝͖̰̯͜͟s̹̲̥͠ơ͎͓̼̥͎̝͖͟͝r̟̦̗̭̤͟ͅͅn͏͍͍̤̥̙̺̟̺̭̀’̘͈̝̺̮͢ì̸̻̱̩̗̪͟ͅm̡͈̮̺̤̟̯̜͢à̹̙̟̗̠͕r̨̨̹ spent the next 67 years at the enclave. This time was not an easy one for him, though his connection to the weave was strong, his mind was fragmented causing his spells to be wild and sometimes have devastating side effects. After an incident
resulting in the destruction of a large portion of the enclave alchemy lab, ̃̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ was banished from the enclave and ordered to wear a lead muzzle to prevent him from speaking any arcane words, or at all.
Returning to the S’sril estate, was not something Ẽ̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ looked forward to in 67 years no one had come to see him, and his family had never called
upon him in that time to return. A disgrace, the S’sril matron used E͘͏̱͕̮̭l̠̲̮͔̗k̸̟̫̹̼̬͞͝-̢͔̠̱̰̝͖̰̯͜͟s̹̲̥͠ơ͎͓̼̥͎̝͖͟͝r̟̦̗̭̤͟ͅͅn͏͍͍̤̥̙̺̟̺̭̀’̘͈̝̺̮͢ì̸̻̱̩̗̪͟ͅm̡͈̮̺̤̟̯̜͢à̹̙̟̗̠͕r̨̨̹ like a vicious dog. Unleashing him on her foes, and then caging him until needed again.
This continued for decades and as Ẽ̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ spent his days bound and unable to speak with anyone, he began to master the ability to control the will of others. The only person whom he had the most contact with was his handler SiNafay The 2nd priestess of house S’sril and his own sister. E̖̯ͥͤ́͜l̷̺̥̏̅ͧ̑ͫ͋̋ͬ̓̀̕ͅk̶̙̍̇͆̋͛͘-̷ͫ͏͔̺̰̞͔͚ś̻̬̿͆ͧ͂̓͌̐̋̕͘o̟̻̞̗̙͑̒̓̈̉͗͘͞͝ȑ͈̙̯̟̞̓ͩ̇͌͆ͯ̈́ṉ̡̘̣̫̭̬̣ͧͥ̌̋́̒̚̚̕’̛̭̬̖̋̋̌̉̆̑ḯ̻̤ͩ̀̽͂ͯͪ͞ṁ̻̦̤̰͈̺͈̿͆ͯ͡a̫͊̚r̟͉̺͓ͣͧ͞ manipulated her emotional will over the course of several years, slowly making the arch priestess care for him and eventually fall in love with him.
Being driven mad by E͘͏̱͕̮̭l̠̲̮͔̗k̸̟̫̹̼̬͞͝-̢͔̠̱̰̝͖̰̯͜͟s̹̲̥͠ơ͎͓̼̥͎̝͖͟͝r̟̦̗̭̤͟ͅͅn͏͍͍̤̥̙̺̟̺̭̀’̘͈̝̺̮͢ì̸̻̱̩̗̪͟ͅm̡͈̮̺̤̟̯̜͢à̹̙̟̗̠͕r̨̨̹ mental assault, SiNafay could no longer contain herself, she had to have him. Late in to the night she entered his holding pen, grabbing his chains she yanks on it waking him up. She leads him to the altar room, pushing him down on to the altar she pulls out an obsidian dagger, running it along his naked flesh the tip reaches his neck. Looking in to his eyes she slide the blade along is neck cutting the strap binding his muzzle. Their lips meet in a longing kiss.
Her eyes flare open, and she pushes away from E̖̯ͥͤ́͜l̷̺̥̏̅ͧ̑ͫ͋̋ͬ̓̀̕ͅk̶̙̍̇͆̋͛͘-̷ͫ͏͔̺̰̞͔͚ś̻̬̿͆ͧ͂̓͌̐̋̕͘o̟̻̞̗̙͑̒̓̈̉͗͘͞͝ȑ͈̙̯̟̞̓ͩ̇͌͆ͯ̈́ṉ̡̘̣̫̭̬̣ͧͥ̌̋́̒̚̚̕’̛̭̬̖̋̋̌̉̆̑ḯ̻̤ͩ̀̽͂ͯͪ͞ṁ̻̦̤̰͈̺͈̿͆ͯ͡a̫͊̚r̟͉̺͓ͣͧ͞. SiNafay tried to scream out in pain but all that escaped, her now melting face was a gurgle of blood and liquefied flesh. As smoke rises from her face she collapses to the floor, lifeless.
Ẽ̑̀͝lͪ͌ͣ͆kͨͥ̂ͭͬ̇̾͋͏-̧̅̔̈́̿̅̂̒ͤ̀͠ş̶̧̃̉͂ͦ͆ͧ̃͊oͩ̇̏̽͒̄̉ͮ̆rͤ̄̔҉n̓̀ͮ́ͮ̊̍͡’̷ͬ̐ͣͥ̚͡i̸͌̐̈͒͆̎͋ͯ́m̐ͥͥ͑͂ͦ͘aͯ́̓ͥͤ̾҉r̡̾̊́͠ now free from his bonds, sought the revenge he so craved for having abused his powers. As he left the altar room no guard moved to touch him.
As he moved through each chamber the guards without a wavering hesitation locked the doors behind him. E̖̯ͥͤ́͜l̷̺̥̏̅ͧ̑ͫ͋̋ͬ̓̀̕ͅk̶̙̍̇͆̋͛͘-̷ͫ͏͔̺̰̞͔͚ś̻̬̿͆ͧ͂̓͌̐̋̕͘o̟̻̞̗̙͑̒̓̈̉͗͘͞͝ȑ͈̙̯̟̞̓ͩ̇͌͆ͯ̈́ṉ̡̘̣̫̭̬̣ͧͥ̌̋́̒̚̚̕’̛̭̬̖̋̋̌̉̆̑ḯ̻̤ͩ̀̽͂ͯͪ͞ṁ̻̦̤̰͈̺͈̿͆ͯ͡a̫͊̚r̟͉̺͓ͣͧ͞ gave his mother the final display of his powers, has he left city he looked back to see S’Sril estate still ablaze with his entire family locked inside.
Knowing it would be tough for him to survive the Underdark on his own, he made way to the surface world.