Dinthri'ya Lo'mithral had always been proud of her family and ancestrial last name. It had been at a younge age where Dinthri'ya had been appointed to the point of High Priestess in her family- She trained tenaciously for this posistion and did not expect to recieve it so quickly.(Neglecting the fact that she did secretly kill her two older sisters in the process therefore promptly recieving the title.) This younge drow had not even seen twenty winters before her house was waged in a battle with another for higher status in their dark society. Dinthri'ya's corporeal body had been slain but her soul had been sent to the astral plane to Lloth for punishment...By some fortinuate events she was reborn in banishment to a land called Aden for her penance. She cursed the name Lloth since that day...She stripped herself from her fallen families name and loomed throughout the land of Aden. By another event, more unfortinuate then the other, she was taken captive by a soul of the High Elven colony of Threshlin. She spent those days in the fields with those that appeared to be her kin, or in some cases orcs or dwarven folk that strayed from the light of good and such ways. She was lucky enough to be in the one drow group that would rise above the many- she was fortunate to meet the mistress that she no longer would dare call her by name. Mirrith Al'thr was the slave that took up the sword of darkness, Soulrender, and lead an astonishing display of swordsmanship leading to: 'The Massacre at Threshlin'. It was there that her journey really began, she knew not why she followed the woman with the sword that drew her in both in body and in soul- but she knew that her loyalty and determination would prove her reliable and desired to rise above the ranks in their newly formed clan- The Aphotic Empire.