From the introduction:
Ages past, when the elven folk were but new to the face of the earth, their number was torn by discord. Those of the sunlight world came into deadly conflict with their drow cousins. Warfare between the two divisions of elvenkind continues, with an uneasy division of the sunlight world for the elves and faeries and the Under Dark held by the drow. The subterranean area between these realms remains an inhospitable no-mans land. The dark elves have sought the safety and security in the realm of the underworld. Here, in lightless caverns and endless warrens of twisting passages and caves hung with icicles of stone, the dark elven folk – the drow – find both refuge and comfort. Over the centuries they grew strong once again and schooled themselves in arcane arts. And though they were strong enough to face and perhaps defeat their former brethren in battle, the drow no longer see advantage in walking upon the green lands under the sun and stars. They do not desire a life in the upper world, being content with the gloomy fairyland beneath the earth that they had made their own. Yet they neither forgave nor forgot, and even now, above all else, they bear enmity for all of their distant kin – elves and faeries – who opposed them so long ago both down beneath the earth and in the meadows and dells of the bright world. Though they are seldom if ever seen by any human or demi-human, the drow still persist, occasionally entering the subterranean world and consorting with other creatures towards their own ends.
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