Lady Cazna Crestwood

Once, Lady Cazna Crestwood was a name spoken with reverence—and no small amount of fear—among the Drow of the Underdark. A priestess of Lolth, the Spider Queen, Cazna served with devotion and cruelty, rising through the ranks with the ruthless ambition befitting one touched by her goddess. Her web was spun wide across the dark tunnels, entangling rivals and lesser houses alike.

But something happened beneath the City of Oldonnar.

Some say Lolth abandoned her. Others claim it was the fault of a ritual gone awry—too ambitious, too blasphemous, even for a dark goddess. Regardless of the truth, Lolth fell silent, and Cazna began to unravel.

Now a shadow of the priestess she once was, Lady Crestwood wanders the broken catacombs of Oldonnar, her eyes burning with fanatic obsession. She speaks to shadows and weaves spiderwebs that cling to nothing. Her once-eloquent sermons have become unhinged mutterings, all circling a single, horrifying belief:

To bring Lolth back, the blood of mortals must be spilled... and their flesh consumed.

Driven by this delusion, Lady Cazna has turned predator. Villagers whisper of disappearances—of travelers vanishing near the old ruins, of screams heard in the night. Those few who’ve seen her and lived describe a gaunt, graceful figure cloaked in silk and madness, her silver hair trailing behind her like a warning. Her voice is melodic, persuasive—until the hunger takes her.

Some believe she is building a shrine of bone deep beneath the ruins. Others say she feeds a brood of spiderkin born from her own madness. Regardless, all agree: Cazna Crestwood is no longer Drow. She is something worse.

And she is waiting.