Ryn and his Drow Renegades

Our old acquaintaince, Ilmryn Xyltyn gathers a crew of male Drow to create fear and terror among the citizens of the River Lands and wreak revenge on Master Druid Jaekob Faolan and especially the powerful females within the Lands, the ArchDruids Fiesty and Fitheach and the Dragon Clan Princess, Saphira. 

After eons of matriachal rule among the Drow of the Underdark, 

Ilmryn has taken charge and found bloodthirsty followers to assist him in his obliteration of the River Lands...

Ryn flexes his muscles as he stands among his chosen Drow warriors, those most ruthless and ready to use their strength and agility to take command of the Drow population within the Shadow Lands and to quell the ever increasing female influence within the River Lands and surrounding regions.

"What say you, Welverin? The Druid's human wench remains alone in their loathsome dwelling beneath the Elven sanctuary?

Welverin, alert to the changeable moods of his leader, warily reports of his escape from the Ranger pack that hunted him until the entrance to the Underdark. "Aiy," he hisses, "the slattern is alone, but well guarded by Elven Rangers. As I approached her hovel, the White Elf and the Druid's whore came upon me from behind. I readied my blade, but the vexing female sounded the alarm bell and suddenly Rangers and Guards were upon me from all sides. These detestable Lands are on high alert now it would seem."
He finishes his speech, his gaze averting the Chief Drow, but nods towards his fellow renegades appreciatively as they grunt in assertion.

"The Druid King's female is guarded, but I have ascertained that even she does not know where our enemy has disappeared to," adds Veldrin in a derisive tone, fiddling with the knife at his belt. "Elendar and I have been shadowing the women Druids, who were the source of your undoing in the past. They are both vigilant, but remain without extra watchperson in their homelands."

The demeanor of the dark Drow lightens, as his reddened eyes grow bright. 
He turns to his gang of rebels, his voice filling the chamber, "Fellow Drow, our time has come! My research has confirmed that the Highest Drow Priestess Lolth never conferred matriarchal rulership on any female, nor were only females within our society destined for leadership. It is time we used our cleverness and muscle to take our rightful place at the top of Drow population and quash the females who have kept us grovelling in the dirt for so long!" 
He paces in front of the other Drow and his tone becomes poisonous, "...our dearest, most beloved Arianna is incomposed. Her foray into Dark Magick has left her insensible and in some sort of trance. Nonetheless, her vindictive objective is not so different from our own, so we shall continue to pursue those closest to the odious Elven King," here he pauses to sneer and observe the reaction of his companions, "...but we will no longer simply shadow our feeble enemies... as of now, our objective is to eradicate the females always whispering into those distasteful pointed ears of the Druid... the women who grow in influence by muttering proposals and strategies into the responsive ears of the fragile, weak Elven King!"

He spits out the title and pivots around to ascend towards the throne on the dais. "The Druid is unaccounted for. No matter fo the present. First, you shall all move out, take as many warriors as you see fit, and dispose of the Druid females and that cursed winged Dragon woman," he motions to Welverin, "... and you will first finish off the King's whore for causing such strife."

Ilmryn leans back, his fingers flexing on the armrest and his grin likens a hideous grimace as he smirks satisfactorily, "We shall prepare a memorable homecoming for our old friend... Elf... King... Master Druid Jaekob - a return soaked in the blood of his cherished womenfolk!"
The malicious laughter of the renegade Drows flows throught the Hall and is transmitted throughout the Shadow Lands... where a new Dawn has ascended.