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- Fantasy is number one. Steampunk, sci-fi, alternate history, and everything else that isn't boringly realistic are also fine by me.
The Elven community has always been diverse and quick to fracture- from the original Old Elves sprang the High Elves, magic-loving and fickle. From them sprung half a dozen other races, possible only through the deep connection between Elves and the magic they wield. Every spell, every enchantment, every summoning, molds an Elf to its image. When a cult sprang up worshiping a spider deity, it was to no one's surprise that within a generation they were transformed by their faith. Dark of skin and soul, they stood out among their brethren from the first.
They became known as Drow, and attracted thousands to their ranks as they grew and expanded, carving a cancerous kingdom of their own into the High Elven Dominion- and further, into the realms of Men and Dwarves and all other manner of races, conquering for century after century before their foes formed an alliance.
Defeated but not destroyed, the surviving Drow fled to the Underdark, a system of caves where they found safety, and there they stayed for three thousand years, and became just stories passed down by the great-great-great-grandparents of even the oldest of Elves. To the shorter-lived races, they were relegated to myth and legend.
Until recently. After three and a half millenia of a single dynasty, there has finally been an upheaval in the Drow matriarchy. A new Empress from a new family has been crowned, and Teyacapan the First sits uneasily on her bloody throne. She has sent delegates to most of the major kingdoms, looking to bring her people back to the surface.
There is only one kingdom power hungry enough to answer her call for war. The king is a warrior at heart, eager to expand his kingdom through conquest, and seeing the Drow army, and the empress herself, as the key to victory.
A political wedding is arranged just a fortnight after initial contact is made, and just three more weeks later, the couple meet and are wed on the same day. Unfortunately, in all this haste, certain arrangements were not made. You see, the Drow are a matriarchal society, where it is the women who rule, and Empress Teyacapan I assumes her power will remain absolute.
Defeated but not destroyed, the surviving Drow fled to the Underdark, a system of caves where they found safety, and there they stayed for three thousand years, and became just stories passed down by the great-great-great-grandparents of even the oldest of Elves. To the shorter-lived races, they were relegated to myth and legend.
Until recently. After three and a half millenia of a single dynasty, there has finally been an upheaval in the Drow matriarchy. A new Empress from a new family has been crowned, and Teyacapan the First sits uneasily on her bloody throne. She has sent delegates to most of the major kingdoms, looking to bring her people back to the surface.
There is only one kingdom power hungry enough to answer her call for war. The king is a warrior at heart, eager to expand his kingdom through conquest, and seeing the Drow army, and the empress herself, as the key to victory.
A political wedding is arranged just a fortnight after initial contact is made, and just three more weeks later, the couple meet and are wed on the same day. Unfortunately, in all this haste, certain arrangements were not made. You see, the Drow are a matriarchal society, where it is the women who rule, and Empress Teyacapan I assumes her power will remain absolute.
Much the same could be said for her husband.