You are Vanya Nei head of Nei clan. Your clan is rather small, it consists of barely 35 Dark Elves - 25 warriors and 10 non-combat.

You are 3583 years old. In that time, you were apprentice, huntress, assassin, sorceress, slave in service of High Elves, Human's slave and finally Orc's breeder.

After all you have gone through, you still have an ample figure. You could pass as 30-40 years old (in human terms). Your skin is black, just like majority of Dark Elves. Your white hair reaches your knees. Your face is stunningly beautiful.

Your time with Orcs left you with the well-endowed chest - side effect of constant births and drugs. Drugs forced your breast to constantly produce milk and kept you constantly aroused. After 70 years of usage (in slavery), it’s effects became permanent. Your breasts need to be milked daily, so you can function normally and you need to orgasm at least once a day to think straight. Despite such a long time being a breeder, you still have a slim figure. You wear the thigh-high leather boots and the skimpy dress, that exhibits your figure. It is a good distraction in combat, barter and diplomacy.

After you were liberated from slavery and returned to your people, you started a career in politics. At the same time you continued studies in magic. One of perks of immortality (and all Elven races are immortal) is that, given enough time, you can become a specialist in any domain.

You tried to convince your people to expand, through colonisation and conquest. You reasoned that Drow’s borders and population are in decline. That through millennia, Dark Elves' kingdoms diminished, due to infighting and pressure from mortal races – Humans, Orcs, Goblins…

You were ignored.

So you decided to take action of your own.

In short time (for your race) of 40 years, you gave birth to 35 children. During that time you learned of other races, geography, survivalism, diplomacy, magic and strategy. Then you waited another 30 years, gathering resources and training your children. When that time passed, you left with your children – your new clan. Your target was to create a colony, which would eventually prosper into a kingdom.

You know that should you fail, you would more than likely end up dead or worse - you would be enslaved... again. Some part of you, craves for life of slavery and debauchery…

But should you succeeded, you would hold more power, than you could ever gain in Dark Elf's domains.

You reached beautiful valley - ideal place to settle down. Your scouts found a cave system that will serve as a base – and future capital. Well hidden and easy to defend.

Now is time to scout your surroundings and conquer your neighbours. Time to establish yourself and secure your supplies.

You don't have numbers… but you have magic, diplomacy and cunnings.

And most important – time.