Swift Dark Elves (Drow)

The chronicle

Hugh Richard crawled from the lightless depths of a Drow matriarchy, a House Noble carved from ambition and shadow. His kind, the dark elves, ruled subterranean cities, but he found himself in the Godgrave, a graveyard of fallen deities. His existence was a precarious thing, fragile as a **Glass Cannon**, a cruel jest from the cosmos.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.