O Flesh Carver; who wove the world.Who made us from the darkest clay.Spinning in it a red web of vein and artery.We feel thy hunger.O Lolth, humbly today we feed thee.We feed you this flesh, this quivering meat.With a blade like your jaws.We divide muscle from bone.Eat of this, the meal we consecrate to thee,And do not this day devour us.- Abjuration from the Crimson Liturgy of Lolth

There’s a whole world below the earth. Right below where the surface races make their homes is a realm of eternally twisting cave systems, broken up by impossibly vast caverns. Welcome to the Underdark. In these sunforsaken lands, danger lurks around every corner be it from the harsh natural environment, the dangerous wildlife or worst of all, the Inhabitants of this dread realm.

Yet for all the danger in these lands, great reward awaits those who delve deep and survive. Many of those who survive a trip to the underdark make enough money selling off what they gathered below for months if not years of luxury. Such wealth do they accrue that it’s easy to forget that for every successful venture that comes back from the deepest depths, there’s a hundred and one that never made it back. Often the first to forget the risk are those that came back once, as when the final coin is spent and the last of the wine drunk, they find themselves needing something more to keep up their lifestyle. Then, they delve deep again and are seen nevermore.

The ways to perish in the Underdark are manifold. The lucky find themselves dead from a fall or the attack of some dumb animal. An instant death is all one can really ask for. The unlucky find themselves captured. From there, nothing but pain awaits, be it as a living harvest of meat for the Hook Horrors, a slave for the Grey Dwarves, or a thrall for the Mind Flayers. Yet the worst fate to befit any below the earth, is to find themselves in the hands of the Dark Elves.

There nothing awaits for most but torture and pain. If they are fortunate, they will be herded to the Mines, to toil the rest of their short lives away digging ore for their Drow masters. Harsh work, but better than what awaits those who catch the eye of one of the Drow. Perhaps a matriarch could use a new house slave, or an arcanist a new test subject. It matters little, as the Drow are uniformly cruel to those under the boot.

Those with the worst of luck, the prettiest of faces or something else that catches the eye will find themselves bought by the leaders of the Underdark in all but name, the Priestesses. Like the spiders they venerate, they are as beautiful as they are deadly. All those worthies from the surface who do not die from their labors are eventually brought to the altars of Lolth's Chosen. They are all Lolth's meat after all, from the highest of Priestesses to the lowest of Drow Men, and the only way to stave off her appetites is to sate them with the sacrifice of others.

In this land of cruelty and malice, the softer emotions are almost unknown. Kindness and Mercy are bred out from the Drow. Yet they are still capable of love, even if it's their own twisted sort. Normally it is kept close to heart, as a weakness such as that is easily exploited by the one they love. Yet....Perhaps one finds themselves sharing their love with one who loves them back? Be it another drow or a slave from the surface who has the worst luck of all!

For my first non-40k plot, I've got an intense craving for some romance in the underdark. It's a terrible place after all, which makes it an amazing place to write some soft stuff underneath a hundred layers of treachery!

Here's what I have to offer! I'm a switch male who's comfortable gamemastering for this if need be. I'm also literate, although I do focus on detail over length for no reason. I try to match though, so we're both satisfied with however much we get in regards to however much we receive. I'm flexible on writing location, although I do have a heavy preference for Discord! I'm open minded toward kinks, and as long as there isn't surrealism, scat or vore, I'm usually down to give it a shot!!

Here's what I ask for in turn! I ask you be able to play a dominant character out of bed. Drow are matriarchically led, so a submissive drow (personality-wise) wouldn't survive long. I ask that you're literate and don't one line me. Finally, I ask that you're capable of writing good dialogue.

So please, if this hooks your interest, do drop me a DM! Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a fantastic day!