Mizziyrn smells the vile stench of heathenry in the air. He keeps his spear close, preparing to adjudicate the sins of the devil-goddess and her equally vile-broodlings. Even the brutish-ferals will he fight by, if that means to diminish the goddess' of malice influences or any of her servants influences.
He may be smelling the equally foul stench of paranoia once again. Regardless, all honorable mali'ker know that the spider queen is behind every grievance any honorable dark elf has ever been faced with. A malevolent goddess whose entire purpose is to tempt the honorable to degeneracy and chaos. At every turn, her domination must be smashed. Her worshipers given no mercy. Her children and language, eradicated from existence and living memory.
Mizziyrn departs his home to partake in his favorite past-time, hunting down and destroying any holdings, in sympathy or blood, the goddess of spiders may have in his realm.
((I'll get every damn dark elf on for this event Zero. Gatta fight our greatest foe, spiders))