Purple luminescent gems shined over the people in the massive subterranean city. Paved granite walkways and buildings carved from the stalagmites and stalactites of the massive opening rose hundreds of feet in the air. Each building carved with an eloquent grace and attention to detail that few races could conceive. Beneath the dimly lit gems people walked, or rather elves. Elves with skin as black as ash and mannerisms that would frighten demons. Some called them Dark elves, others Drow, yet that didn't matter to them for they called themselves the children of Lolth, the spider queen.<br/><br/>They had been banished beneath the earth eon's ago by the other elven gods and races and while the elves thought that their cousins were doomed to waste away and die tot he harsh conditions of the underground the children persevered and created city's of stone and glass that were frighteningly beautiful to even the most well crafted cities that men, elves, or dwarves could fathom. Now they prospered in their own politics and darkness especially in this city, Mul'darin<br/><br/>The plaza was full today with a new slave shipment in. Its granite walkways packed full of the various subterranean races and one by one slaves were lead up to a stage, wrapped in heavy chains, presented to the audience and the bidding's began. The voices of the separate and alien languages echoing out across the plaza and each slave was sold within a matter of minutes. Finally the time came for a young surface elf girl and when she was put on stage the look of a hundred dark elves' hatred poured into her...