Drow Name Tables
Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.
These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.
EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.
Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning
Akor/Alak beloved, best, first
Alaun/Alton lightning, powerful
Aly/Kel legendary, singing, song
Ang/Adin beast, monstrous, savage
Ardul/Amal blessed, divine, godly
Aun/Ant crypt, dead, deadly, death
Bae/Bar fate, fated, luck, lucky
Bal/Bel burned, burning, fire, flame
Belar/Bruh arrow, lance, piercing
Briz/Berg graceful, fluid, like water
Bur/Bhin craft, crafty, sly
Chal/Chasz earth, stable
Char/Kron sick, venom, venomed
Chess/Cal noble, lady/lord
Dhaun infested, plague
Dil/Dur cold, ice, still
Dirz/Div dream, dreaming, fantasy
Dris/Riz ash, dawn, east, eastern
Eclav/Elk chaos, mad, madness
Elvan/Kalan elf, elven, far, lost
Elv/Elaug drow, mage, power
Erel/Rhyl eye, moon, spy
Ethe/Erth mithril, resolute
Faer/Selds oath, sworn, vow
Felyn/Fil pale, thin, weak, white
Filf/Phar dwarf, dwarven, treacherous
Gauss/Orgoll dread, fear, feared, vile
G'eld friend, spider
Ghuan accursed, curse, unlucky
Gin/Din berserk, berserker, orc, wild
Grey/Gul ghost, pale, unliving
Hael/Hatch marked, trail, way
Hal/Sol deft, nimble, spider-like
Houn/Rik magic, ring, staff
Iiv/Dip liege, war, warrior
Iim life, living, spirit, soul
Illiam/Im devoted, heart, love
In/Sorn enchanted, spell
Ilph emerald, green, lush, tree
Irae/Ilzt arcane, mystic, wizard
Irr/Izz hidden, mask, masked
Iym/Ist endless, immortal
Jan/Duag shield, warded
Jhael/Gel ambitious, clan, kin, family
Jhul/Jar charmed, rune, symbol
Jys/Driz hard, steel, unyielding
Lael/Llt iron, west, western
Lar/Les binding, bound, law, lawful
LiNeer/Mourn legend, legendary, mythical
Lird/Ryld brand, branded, owned, slave
Lua/Lyme bright, crystal, light
Mal/Malag mystery, secret
May/Mas beautiful, beauty, silver
Micar lost, poison, widow
Min/Ran lesser, minor, second
Mol/Go blue, storm, thunder, wind
Myr/Nym lost, skeleton, skull
Nath/Mer doom, doomed, fate
Ned/Nad cunning, genius, mind, thought
Nhil/Nal fear, gorrible, horror, outraged
Neer core, root, strong
Null/Nil sad, tear, weeping
Olor/Omar skin, tattoo, tattooed
Pellan/Relon north, platiunum, wind
Phaer/Vorn honor, honored
Phyr/Phyx bless, blessed, blessing
Qualn/Quil mighty, ocean, sea
Quar aged, eternal, time
Quav/Quev charmed, docile, friend
Qil/Quil foe, goblin, slave
Rauv/Welv cave, rock, stone
Ril/Ryl foretold, omen
Sbat/Szor amber, yellow
Sab/Tsab abyss, empty, void
Shi'n/Kren fool, foolish, young
Shri/Ssz silk, silent
Shur/Shar dagger, edge, stiletto
Shynt invisible, skilled, unseen
Sin/Szin festival, joy, pleasure
Ssap/Tath blue, midnight, night
Susp/Spir learned, skilled, wise
Talab/Tluth burn, burning, fire
Tal/Tar love, pain, wound, wounded
Triel/Taz bat, winged
T'riss/Teb blade, sharp, sword
Ulvir/Uhls gold, golden, treasure
Umrae/Hurz faith, faithful, true
Vas/Vesz blood, bloody, flesh
Vic abyss, deep, profound
Vier/Val black, dark, darkness
Vlon/Wod bold, hero, heroic
Waer/Wehl deep, hidden, south, southern
Wuyon/Wruz humble, third, trivial
Xull/Url blooded, crimson, ruby
Xun demon, fiend, fiendish
Yas/Yaz riddle, spinning, thread, web
Zar/Zakn dusk, haunted, shadow
Zebey/Zek dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm
Zes/Zsz ancient, elder, respected
Zilv/Vuz forgotten, old, unknown
Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning
a/agh breaker, destruction, end, omega
ace/as savant, scholar, wizard
ae/aun dance, dancer, life, player
aer/d blood, blood of, heir
afae/afein bane, executioner, slayer
afay/aufein eyes, eyes of, seer
ala/launim healer, cleric
anna/erin advisor, counselor to
arra/atar queen/prince
aste bearer, keeper, slaver
avin/aonar guardian, guard, shield
ayne/al lunatic, maniac, manic, rage
baste/gloth path, walker
breena/antar matriach/patriarch, ruler
bryn/lyn agent, assassin, killer
cice/roos born of, child, young
cyrl/axle ally, companion, friend
da/daer illusionist, trickster
dia/drin rogue, stealer
diira/diirn initiate, sister/brother
dra/zar lover, match, mate
driira/driirn mother/father, teacher
dril/dorl knight, sword, warrior
e servant, slave, vessel
eari/erd giver, god, patron
eyl archer, arrow, flight, flyer
ffyn/fein minstrel, singer, song
fryn champion, victor, weapon, weapon of
iara/ica baron, duke, lady/lord
ice/eth obsession, taker, taken
idil/imar alpha, beginning, creator of, maker
iira/inid harbinger, herald
inidia secret, wall, warder
inil/in lady/lord, rider, steed
intra envoy, messenger, prophet
isstra/atlab acolyte, apprentice, student
ithra/irahc dragon, serpent, wyrm
jra/gos beast, biter, stinger
jss scout, stalker
kacha/kah beauty, hair, style
kiira/raen apostle, disciple
lay/dyn flight, flyer, wing, wings
lara/aghar cynic, death, end, victim
lin arm, armor, commander
lochar messenger, spider
mice/myr bone, bones, necromancer, witch
mur'ss shadow, spy, witness
na/nar adept, ghost, spirit
nilee/olil corpse, disease, ravager
niss/nozz chance, gambler, game
nitra/net kicker, returned, risen
nolu art, artist, expert, treasure
olin ascension, love, lover, lust
onia/onim rod, staff, token, wand
oyss/omph binder, judge, law, prison
qualyn ally, caller, kin
quarra/net horde, host, legion
quiri/oj aura, cloak, hide, skin
ra/or fool, game, prey, quarry
rae/rar secret, seeker, quest
raema/orvir crafter, fist, hand
raena/olvir center, haven, home
riia/rak enchanter, mage, spellcaster
ril bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw
riina/ree enchanter, mage, spellcaster
ryna/oyn follower, hired, mercenary
ryne/ryn blooded, elder, experienced
shalee/ral abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher
ssysn/rysn artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell
stin/trin clan, house, merchant, of the house
stra/tran spider, spinner, weaver
tana/ton darkness, lurker, prowler
thara/tar glyph, marker, rune
thrae/olg charmer, leader, seducer
tree/tel exile, loner, outcast, pariah
tyrr dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion
ual/dan speed, strider
ue/dor arm, artisan, fingers
uit/dar breath, voice, word
une/diin diviner, fate, future, oracle
uque cavern, digger, mole, tunnel
urra/dax nomad, renegade, wanderer
va/ven comrade, honor, honored
vayas forge, forger, hammer, smith
vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot
vyrae/vyr mistress/master, overseer
wae/hrae heir, inheritor, princess
wiira/hriir seneschal of, steward
wyss/hrys best, creator, starter
xae/zaer orb, rank, ruler, sceptor
xena/zen cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler
xyra/zyr sage, teller
yl drow, woman/man
ylene/yln handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth
ymma/inyon drider, feet, foot, runner
ynda/yrd captain, custodian, marshal, ranger
ynrae/yraen heretic, rebel, riot, void
vrae architect, founder, mason
yrr protector, rival, wielder
zyne/zt finder, hunter
House Name Prefixes - Meaning
Alean the noble line of
Ale traders in
Arab daughters of
Arken mages of
Auvry blood of the
Baen blessed by
Barri spawn of
Cladd warriors from
Desp victors of
De champions of
Do' walkers in
Eils lands of
Everh the caverns of
Fre friends of
Gode clan of
Helvi those above
Hla seers of
Hun' the sisterhood of
Ken sworn to
Kil people of
Mae raiders from
Mel mothers of
My honored of
Noqu sacred to
Orly guild of
Ouss heirs to
Rilyn house of
Teken' delvers in
Tor mistresses of
Zau children of
House Name Suffixes - Meaning
afin the web
ana the night
ani the widow
ar poison
arn fire
ate the way
ath the dragons
duis the whip
ervs the depths
ep the underdark
ett magic
ghym the forgotten ways
iryn history
lyl the blade
mtor the abyss
ndar black hearts
neld the arcane
rae fell powers
rahel the gods
rret the void
sek adamantite
th challenges
tlar mysteries
t'tar victory
tyl the pits
und the spider's kiss
urden the darkness
val silken weaver
viir dominance
zynge the ruins
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You can't see red flags if you're to sleepy to see (Zurkhwood canon part 2)
[Part 1]
Queve can't see red flags. Spirril can tho.
CW: Non-sexual nudity, bathing, conditioned? whumpee, implied other whumpers (past), stabbing, magical whump, broken finger, carewhumper,
Queve served the new customers their food as the other three workers watched him. Ereldril was drinking a lot, to Kelriina's apparent disgust. Spirril didn't seem to care though. Now done, he walked up to the bar and asked Spirril for further instructions.
"Can't you figure anything out for yourself?" The bartender snapped.
"Sorry sir." Queve apologized. "I thought it would prevent misunderstandings."
"You thought? With an infection like yours, you'd be better off not thinking. Just do what you're told." Ereldril slurred, completely contradicting Spirril. Queve felt his shoulders sag. He knew that the magic had reached his mind, of course he did, -how else would it be connected to his emotions? but he didn't think he was that far gone. Or maybe he was. That would explain a lot of things. Maybe that was why Istyl had wanted him to leave. The poor man had enough on his plate already.
Apparently, he hadn't responded quickly enough, judging by how Ereldril flew from her chair and grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to bend backwards over the bar. He struggled for breath as she crushed his windpipe. Kelriina continued her humming, unbothered, while Spirril simply moved the labels he was making to the shelf. Queve could smell Ereldril's alcoholic breath and tried not to throw up as it upset his empty stomach.
"...m sorry, ma'am. I understand..." He rasped out before Ereldril threw him to the ground.
"Oi! When you guys are done, give me a refund. Your food tastes like shit." One of the customers shouted. Ereldril ordered him to go deal with it. He looked at the food.
"Pinch your nose while you eat and see if it helps." Queve suggested after throwing one glance at the food. He'd eat it, and none of the other customers had complained.
"Excuse you? How dare you?" The customer drew a sword. Queve rapidly turned to the others. Ereldril's job was to deal with this stuff, right? He didn't even understand what he had done wrong. Queve tried to swallow his fear, worried his magic would surge again just after he'd lied about not having any.
"Just don't kill him. I don't want us to have to hire someone else." Kelriina's voice cut loudly through the room. Ereldril looked like a spider that had had a fly placed in its net, intently watching him and the customer. The customer slammer him onto the table, grinning gleefully as Queve struggled, holding the sword to his face. Queve drew his knife, a tiny, blunt thing that had seen better days. Fueled by adrenaline, he used it to bat the sword away and almost managed to scramble away, but the customer grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air.
"Drop the knife, Queve. We don't pull weapons on customers." Spirril ordered casually. Against his better judgement, Queve forced himself to drop the knife. It wasn't as though he stood a chance anyway, and a few cuts and bruises weren't worth risking his housing over. He closed his eyes as it clattered to the floor. With his limited access to air and his poor condition, he could feel himself blacking out when the customer slammed him onto the table, gleefully slinging taunts at him that his head was spinning too much for him to understand. He went limp, hoping to avoid serious injury. If he couldn't work, he would be kicked out, and if this place didn't want him, no place would. He felt his magic surging and fought to suppress it, succeeding for the time being. He felt his fingers being bent back, terror rising in him when he remembered his job required holding things. Then he heard glass shatter and the customer speaking above Spirril's protests.
Queve couldn't make out what she was saying. He heard it before he felt it, the sound of his left pinky snapping. But then he did feel it. It took him a moment to register that the scream he heard was his, he was to focused on the surge of magic inside him, to powerful for him to suppress. He felt his jumper being pulled up and something stabbing into his back, repeatedly. He heard Ereldril tell the customer to cut it out. Blood pooled from his back before dripping onto the floor. Too much blood for such small wounds. That had to be what the surge had done. Thinned his blood. At least it wasn't too noticeable. It would take an expert to identify it as a magical ailment.
He felt his jumper being pulled down and tried to protest. It would get dirty. Dirtier than it already was anyway. His protests were met with a stinging slap to the face before he was hoisted up onto someone's back.
He was set down in something and quickly stripped before he heard flowing water. The cold brought him to clarity, making him realize he was in a tub. He eyed the elegant jug that seemed to hold infinite water that Spirril was holding over him. "Oh, good. You've finally snapped out of it. Use this, then put these on." He handed Queve a bar of soap and and placed some clothes on the floor. "You do know how to clean yourself?" He asked condescendingly when Queve paused. Queve hastily assured him that he did. "Then hurry up. I'm not touching your wounds until you're clean."
Queve hurried, making sure to be thorough, not wanting to give Spirril another reason to complain. He wished that Spirril wasn't watching, though. Spirril huffed irritably. "This isn't going anywhere, just stand up and use this to rinse yourself off." Queve realized that the blood from his wounds was tainting the water, making his effort pointless. At least he was done with his upper body. He struggled to his feet and took the jug from Spirril. His head was starting to spin and his stomach growled, but he persevered, even as the cold water enhanced his shivers. When he was almost done, he reached his limit and fell towards the ground. Spirril caught him before he could tip the tub over, threatening to make him clean it up if he spilled it.
When Queve had struggled into the trousers that Spirril had provided, Spirril made him lean over the side of the tub, facing the bloody water, as he examined his injuries. His nimble fingers probed the wounds, while Queve could only be thankful that the surge of magic had finally worn itself out. "Strange. You're bleeding far less." Spirril gave the wounds a quick wash before bandaging them up roughly. He grabbed Queve's arm and dragged him underneath one of the hammocks and threw him the shirt and a sheet, telling him to lie down when he'd put on the shirt. With that, he left the room, and Queve lay alone.
He wondered if the bathwater was safe to drink. It probably was. It was just blood and water after all. Maybe it would keep him going until he'd earned food. Slowly, he crawled to the tub, not having the strength to stand. He was about to drink when he was interrupted. "What in the name of the Abyss are you doing?" Spirril snapped. Queve recoiled.
"I-I'm sorry sir. I was thirsty. I'm so sorry." He apologized frantically. Spirril set something down and strode over to him.
"That's disgusting. And I believe I told you to lie down." He grabbed Queve by the arm and dragged him back to his sheet under the hammock. "You couldn't even be bothered to put the shirt on." He took Queve by the hair and shook him, prompting more desperate apologies amid cried of pain from the exhausted Queve.
Sighing, he dropped Queve and picked up the things he had set down. Queve's stomach sank when he realized that Spirril had brought food and water. If he'd been patient, he could have had a full stomach by now. Now he probably wouldn't get anything. To his shock, Spirril put the tray down beside him and glared at him. "If you're going to be picky about the food, I'm going to have Ereldril hit you. I don't care if or not she kills you." He said irritably. Queve's eyes widened.
"I can still have all of this? Even after I-" Queve clamped his mouth shut, worried he'd prompt Spirril to change his mind. Spirril looked at him in horror and Queve shrank back.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Sorry. I'm sorry sir!" Queve squeaked. Spirril sighed and grabbed the shirt, guiding Queve's arm into it and buttoning it up. Then he handed Queve the glass of water.
"I'll be back at some point. You'd better have eaten at least quarter of your food by then, and if I have even the slightest suspicion that you've touched the bathwater, there will be hell to pay." Spirril ordered, leaving Queve alone. Queve wolfed down the food, worried that Spirril would realize he'd forgotten something and come back sooner than anticipated. When he'd finished about a third of it, he paused to drink some of the water, trying to pace himself. Then he finished the rest of his food, as well as the water, ignoring the pain shooting through his finger.
He didn't have permission to sleep, but in his exhaustion, he fell into his trance.
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[Part 1]
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