Legacy of the Spider Queen
As told by Matron Mother Yavasha:
The downfall of the Children of the Spider Queen was inevitable. Not preordained, not prophesied, but inevitable none the less. Eons of tyranny, cruelty, and betrayal bore countless enemies all biding their time to strike and to eliminate the Ilythiiri. Centuries of distrust and treachery among the houses only aided in in their downfall.
As the River Magus waned, the mighty magics wielded by the Ilythiiri faded. With their weakening defenses from the volatile Deep-Earth, the countless enemies dwelling in the dark rose up. The vast spells encompassing the metropolis of Qu’ellas Verin faded away, drained by the Magus Siphon…. The great, spiraling stalactites hanging over head, no longer supported by magical wards, fell onto the unsuspecting populations below. Rival houses took chance to attack their enemies whose defenses were weakened, only to be attacked themselves. The Great Spell, laying over the Seal of Verin, faltered. The priestess gathered at the behest of the Matron Mother, to call upon the Spider Queen, to protect the seal and summon her maidens to protect the city. But, no answer to their prayers ever came.
Sacrifices were called for in the hundreds after hundreds. Over the scant few hours as the magic bled free, thousands of slaves were offered up to the Spider Queen, but not one prayer was answered. The great city trembled as the magic lain over the Seal of Verin finally gave way. The vast evil the seal lay guard over was unleashed. While the priestesses of the Spider Queen spent much time in study, especially in youth, history was not taught often. When it was, the tales of the past were altered so much by the ruling house, that little ever remained of the. Thus, expecting some damnable creature to escape an ancient prison when the temple cracked and fell in to the earth, they were unprepared for such a natural disaster to strick. The Seal of Verin in centuries past, was originally the Seal of Verish. A slight difference, to be sure, but a critical one. The fault that the Great Spell so deperate guarded gave way, and the first of the earthquakes leading to the Reshaping began in a violent way of destruction. Qu’ellas Verin perished from the pages of history under tons upon tons of stone and earth.
Lost and confused, some lesser houses had managed to flee the chaos to tunnels of the Deep-Earth. The Matron Mother herself, in an act of typica Ilythiiri self-preservation, had even managed to flee, and rounded up many of the surviving houses (though, not all). She led them to their closest allies. Knowing that magic, both divine and arcane, had failed, she sought shelter with the one other race of the Deep-Earth who would be just a vulnerable, and perhaps unify in this time of need. Little did the Matron understand these creatures, whose power did not come from either source, but rather that of the mind. The illithiads welcomed their neighbors, only to turn on them and feast upon their minds, keeping many as slaves.
And thus did the Ilythiiri fade from time. A forgotten civilization of evil and betrayal, betrayed in turn in their hour of need.
The Awaking woke the Elder Gods from their visage, and with them, ancients evils. The will of the Spider Queen is strong, and her thirst for vengeance stronger.