Far’ashyldral, a weapon known for almost three centuries by those who fear the lash of the Drow slavers. Called the Heart in Chains by humans, the Binder by Orc slaves, and known as Mindbreaker by the illithid, this weapon has seen duty within the depths of the Underdark almost since its time of forging. Among the Drow, if one is not of the Nobles, there is only one way to escape the bonds of the commoner, only one path to a destiny of power and control, and that path is with the Merchant Houses. These Houses form the backbone of the cities. Providing the services and goods of the city to all who can meet their price, and woe to those who make enemies of a Merchant House, for they may well find themselves without, in times of need. These Houses are mostly male dominated, for it is one of the few places the males can excel within the culture, and, like the Noble Houses, the most powerful control much of the trade that flows. For every vice, amusement, or need, a House exists, sometimes several if the goods are plentiful enough, and the most powerful are often the Mercenary Houses, the Agricultural Houses, and of course, the Slaver Houses.
Far’ashyldral was forged for the hand of a Drow named Thanos of the Merchant House D’Cartha, a House whose wealth and power came from the slave trade. Thanos was the Slave Lord of the House, bound with the duty of keeping the slaves alive, in good condition, and docile for the auction block. Thus Far’ashyldral was crafted to fulfill this duty, a weapon capable of defending its wielder, and extinguishing any spark of rebellion which his charges. The kiss of Far’ashyldral saps even the most rebellious spirit, breaking the will more completely than the harshest lash, and dulling the fires of the soul to a mere ember. The weapon has been passed down, sometimes bloodily, through those who deal in slavery within the Drow cities for centuries and is currently in the possession of a young, arrogant Drow noble of House Del’y’Kartha an offshoot of the D’Cartha House. This youth, named Zak’nall has taken a rather morbid habit of chaining the hearts of any surface dweller he becomes irritated with to serve him in his personal villa where he dwells. It seems to give him amusement to watch his old enemies unable to gather the courage to rebel against him. Though one wonders of the wisdom of filling your home full of enemies.