Spire: A Grave Mistake

Rejoice, for in the light of the fourfold Sun, the sorcerous weaver-kings of Destera are slain, and the city of Spire is liberated, to join the allied nations in their righteous war on the daemonic gnoll empire. Gracefully, the Everqueen in Her Endless Mercy permits the accursed drow to remain living in the city, free to cast off the yoke placed upon them by the false gods of darkness and sin, and step into the purifying light of the solar pantheon. Upon the age of their majority, all drow will be permitted to do their part to bring law and order to Destera, by serving a durance of four years in public service… 

For more than 200 years, the ancient tower city of Spire, once the capital city of the drow kingdom of Destera has been ruled by the Aelfir, the beautiful and terrifying high elves of the far north. They need it, for its manufacturing capabilities, as a trade hub, as a recruitment base to feed the Allied Defense Forces who die in the thousands in the southern deserts of Far Nujab. But some drow keep to the old ways and still resist the occupation. Among them is the Ministry of our Hidden Mistress, once the priesthood of Lombre, moon goddess of secrets and the dark, now a revolutionary organization of interlinked cells, slowly infiltrating all levels of drow and Aelfir society.