No Retreat

In the last Drow war, it had been lost to the eternal enemy of Tel’Quessir, the Drow. For a century, as the war raged on, the city was ruled by the bastard cousins of the Elves. As the tide of battle turned on them, however, they retreated but not before employing something of a ‘scorched earth’ strategy. They laid into the city with evil and foul magics granted by their dark goddess. They twisted everything within the city. At first, after the war, the Elves tried to reclaim their capitol. It was soon, however, that they came to realize the situation was hopeless. They did the next best thing to reclaiming the city, they sealed it off to contain the evil that now emanated from it. The most powerful Elven mages assembled and employing some of the strongest and oldest arcane arts, they bespelled Myth Drannor and ensured that nothing within the city would ever be able to leave it.

As the years went on, Tel’Quessir went on with their lives. Myth Drannor became a city of undead, of the damned. Today, there are two major undead forces within the city. There is a lich, who it is said was a Drow wizard who had been looting the city of its secrets when the Elves cast their magic and trapped him there. Also, there is a vampire lord. Of significant power and ability, it is estimated that he is millennia old, having haunted Myth Drannor long before the Elven war and only revealing his true nature after there were no more mortals to hide from.