All the city was astir this morning, rumbling in the rumors of the failed raid. Slaves of every inferior race-goblins, orcs, even giants-scrambled out of the way, recognizing Vlondrill, riding her enchanted carriage, as a matron mother. Drow commoners halted conversations and re-mained respectfully silent as the noble family passed.
Outside their gates, all of the nobles of Menzoberranzan, more than a thousand drow, had gathered, with Matron Baenre and the other seven matron mothers of the ruling council at their head. More disastrous for the guilty house, the entirety of the three schools of the Academy, students and instructors, had surrounded the Nurbonnis compound. Matron Vlondrill led her group to the front line behind the ruling matrons. As she was matron of the ninth house, only one step from the council, other drow nobles readily stepped out of her way.
“House Nurbonnis has angered the Spider Queen!” Matron Baenre proclaimed in a voice amplified by magical spells.
“It is the will of the ruling council” Matron Baenre was saying, “that House Nurbonnis suffer the consequences of their actions!”
Matron Baenre addressed the guilty house. “House Nurbonnis!” she called. “You have broken our laws and have been rightfully caught. Fight if you will, but know that you have brought this doom upon yourselfl” With a wave of her hand, she set the Academy, the dispatcher of justice, into motion.
Great braziers had been placed in eight positions around House Nurbonnis, attended by mistresses of Arach- Tinilith and the highest-ranking clerical students. Flames roared to life and shot into the air as the high priestesses opened gates to the lower planes. Denizens of the lower planes, huge, many armed monsters, slime covered and spitting fire, stepped through the flames. Even the nearest high priestesses backed away from the grotesque horde. The creatures gladly accepted such servitude. When the signal from Matron Baenre came, they eagerly descended upon House Nurbonis.
Glyphs and wards exploded at every corner of the house’s feeble gate, but these were mere inconveniences to the summoned creatures.
The wizards and students of Sorcere then went into action, slamming at the top of House Nurbonnis with conjured lightning bolts, balls of acid, and fireballs. Students and masters of Melee-Magthere, the school of fighters, rushed about with heavy crossbows, firing into windows where the doomed family might try to escape.
The horde of monsters bashed through the doors. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
The first screams of the doomed family rolled out from the house, screams so terrible and agonized. One of the sons of House Nurbonnis, fleeing a ten-armed giant monster, stepped out onto the balcony of a high window. A dozen crossbow quarrels struck him simultaneously, and before he even fell dead, three separate lightning bolts alternately lifted him from the balcony, then dropped him back onto it.
Scorched and mutilated, the drow corpse started to tumble from its high perch, but the grotesque monster reached out a huge, clawed hand from the window and pulled it back in to devour it.
The siege went on for more than an hour, and when it was finished, when the denizens of the lower planes were dismissed through the braziers’ gates and the students and instructors of the Academy started their march back to Tier Breche, House Nurbonnis was no more than a glowing lump of lifeless, molten stone.