*It is 200 years after the civil war between High Elves and Dark Elves forced the latter to flee undergound. Your kind has since lived in large cave system, constructing new cities, fighting for every meter of ground with dwarves and fending of against countless monsters living in this caves. The Dark Elf society has since become suspicious, trecherous, suspecting every one of ill intentions, even their own kind. You're a young adept of the Temple of Blades, the Incubi, a sect of priest warriors dedicated to elven god of Slaughter, Cayn. As an Incubi, you spent dozens of years on practicing your martial prowess, basic use of magic, sharpening your instincts to unimaginable levels. Incubi are often hired by dark elf nobles for protection, or to war against dwarves or other nobles. You've already participated in few such missions, achieving great results, which gave you the recognition of your superiors, but also the jealousy of other Incubi who might want to get rid of you, since you're a danger to their careers. But such is the dark elf society: trust no one, betray those you can for profit. Your superiors from the Temple of Blades have assigned you a new mission. They refused to give any details about your contractor, only that it is an important noble who you must protect. With not a lot of information it sounded very suspicious, but you were not in position to refuse the order. You reached the meeting point with your contractor, your runic blades ready, when you see a noblewoman bearing the heraldry of dark elven royal family."