Prologue
It’s hard to be a Drow
Part I
A new fighter is born
Prologue
Deep under the surface of the world of light, there lies another realm. Few have ever found the heart to travel there and fewer came back to tell.
This region, in which our story takes place, is called the Underdark.
There are no birds, no trees down here. Not even the smallest noise, for it is definitely deadly to announce the arrival of yourself.
Many dangerous races have their home in the Underdark. The most malicious, most merciless, yet maybe the most beautiful are the drow, the dark elves.
Once Aeons ago their ancestors lived on the surface beside the sun- and moon elves. But they were droved away, when Lolth took a hold of them. Many elves died in the war and never was friendship between the dark elves and their kin since that day.
The drow fled into the dark realm of the Underdark. The they built cities of great power such as Ched Nasad or Menzoberranzan. Lolth was and is their highest deity. In following her, the lead of the houses and the city are the Matron mothers. Males are only something like a better fodder for them.
But…there are little outposts which are said to be not so strict in following Lolth. These small cities prefer often Vhaerun, the drow god of thievery. In the large towns, only mercenaries and rogues follow him. The most popular of the outposts is Shirukh, home of powerful wizards and mages, even Sorcere has come to credit the high abilities of Shirukh magicians.
The medium town near Menzoberranzan has to pay a high tribute. Nearly all males have to go to Melee-Magthere the fighters school. The building lies miles away from their home and the tunnels could be and are definitely dangerous. But the shirukhian drow have learned to live with that. They avoid conflicts with the mothercity and so the town has times of peace, that could last centuries.
