As it is written: “At Winter Solstice within the Year of the Scarlet Witch wise men shall gather to stand between Darkness and Light.”
23 Nightal, 1491 DR
As Mother of All Magic, Lolth maintains the Weave. Since the time she filled the space left when Mystra was murdered, Lolth has slowly turned the Weave into a Web resembling her home in the Demonweb Pits. The Weave continues to be the raw source of magic, both arcane and divine within Abeir-Toril. Raw magic is difficult for mortals to access and tap into without dangerous side effects. The Weave works to protect the world from the dangers of unrefined magic while giving the ability to cast spells to those who have the ability. Destroying the Weave results in widespread destruction as seen during the Spell Plauge. Reckless use of magic can also damage the Weave, creating areas of dead or wild magic where normal spellcasting doesn’t work. It is present in everything and, until the events leading up to the Spellplague where Shar and Cyric tried to destroy the use of magic forever.
According to the legend, Lolth began as an intermediary goddess abiding in the sixty-sixth layer of the Abyss, the Demonweb Pits. Through the events that transpired in War of the Spider Queen, she transformed herself into a greater goddess, and the Demonweb Pits became its own plane separate from the Abyss. Some might say that Lolth preserved magic in Abeir-Toril by filling the role of goddess of magic. However, her ambition to transform the subcontinent of Faerûn into a dark realm where her strange, sinister creatures could overrun the surface and claim it for her own has shown that she does not hold the love for humanity that Mystra did in her cultivating of the Weave.
Lolth listened intently while the Pit Fiend described what had happened at the Grandfather Tree in High Forest. Lolth purred softly, clicking her eight spidery legs with intense excitement.
“And that is all I know, goddess.” The devil’s voice was obviously pained. The small demonic spiders continued to swarm throughout the webbing holding him fast to the ceiling. He could feel each time one of them drained a little more of his blood, a little more of his power, leaving him less and less with each passing moment. In time he would cease to exist, sacrificed as food to the demonic offspring of the exquisitely beautiful Drow goddess.
“When Tiamat arose from the Nine Hells,” she said in a low soft voice. “I sent many Drow to their deaths to ensure that the Witch’s apotheosis was successful. I granted founts of power to Tiamat’s spellcasters and clerics. I allowed them to use the Weave to complete their goals.”
Defiant to a fault, the Pit Fiend objected. “My master did all the work. He granted her the gateway from the Hells to the Prime.” He regretted his statement immediately. He moaned in pain as another dozen spiders gnawed into his flesh.
“Asmodeus held the gate within his realm and I held the gateway within mine. Without our partnership, the forces of Good would have easily closed the portal with their magic. However, I control who may and may not wield magic within Faerûn. It was my intervention that allowed Tiamat to arise and go to the East to reclaim her throne.”
The Pit Fiend groaned painfully. “I don’t understand what you want from me.”
She continued to speak, ignoring the statement from the Pit Fiend. She made a low continuous vibratory sounds expressing contentment as she shifted from side to side on her huge nest filled with glimmering egg-sacs.
“What I did not count on was the interference from Neverember and his Nine. I thought that they had been discouraged and disheartened to the point that they would quit the field. However, one of them remained, and managed to absorb some of the power granted to the Witch. Now this thorn in my side seeks to fulfill an ancient prophecy that threatens to dethrone me from my position as Mother of Magic.” She rolled her eyes. “Such arrogance.”
“Release me,” the devil pleaded. “I will return to the Prime and deliver their souls to you.”
“Eventually,” she purred. “But first we will humiliate them. All of them.”
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