Just as Vassar's Gate was awakened by a sudden explosion, a thousand miles away, at a rotting spider swamp in the Sea of Brilliance, a group of strange figures had assembled in the darkness.
They had dark skin and scarlet red eyes. Anyone who saw the lithe and graceful figures of the elves paired with these colors would scream in fear. Of course, that was only if the screams could make it out of their throats before their lives were ended with a slice through the neck by their finely-crafted blades.
The fact that the drow, the most vicious and cruel of elves, had decided to gather at the surface itself was an unusual event. While drow society was usually led by women, this group was made up of men from the leaders to the lowest-ranking soldiers. They were a mysterious and vicious band of
