The pleasure of satisfying a savage instinct, undomesticated by the ego, is uncomparably much more intense than the one of satisfying a tamed instinct.
— Sigmund Freud
On Chrystaria, the story of its nations and peoples are well-documented thanks to the tireless efforts of the respected Order of scholar-historians tasked with painstakingly recording the history of the world, and preserving it for eternity in the Astral Library.
But far beneath their feet lies a whole other world the scribes have missed. To the few among the surface races who are aware of it at all, it is a place of whispered nightmares known as The Dark: a forbidding land of endless, serpentine tunnels; bottomless chasms; and eternal, oppressive darkness. Many a strange and terrifying thing makes its home there, but none more mysterious -- or deadly -- than the dark elves.
The dark-elven city of Ilindith lies deep within the continent of Shiva. Among its grand buildings and twisting streets its noble houses and Church vie with each other in a perpetual war for ever-greater power, all beneath the ever-watching, violet gaze of the mercurial goddess who sits unrivaled at the center of dark elven society.
O, seeker: beware if you venture near, for far greater than you have failed to return.