Dreqorun is the elven capitol on the continent of Slyn. An ancient city that has stood for thousands of years, it was sacked during the 50th Dark Times. The elves consider it a matter of pride that they allow the scorched stone to still stand as a testament to their resilience. The Elven Wizard's University is headquartered here, their massive library renowned the world over. Despite the fact that the university is primarily for elven wizards, all forms of knowledge are studied there, from ancient languages, to biology, to astronomy, etc. Think of it as the library of Alexandria, but in a world with magic users.

The Elven Kingdom itself is a Meritocracy, all elves receiving one name at birth, a second when they're earned a special accolade (these are common since Elves live so long), and a third when they've distinguished themselves in a very special way. Only elves with three names can be in the top tiers of government. Redhier Magus Kilsheron is the current leader.

Physical Description

As taken from “A portrait of Slyn”, written in DT52.796 by Halfling scholar Tebbins Ferrick

The Elven capital of Dreqorun lies at the mouth of the large valley from which the River Hlanneth emerges to cut its course toward the northern sea, but unless one has studied the maps (as I have), it would be hard to know that fact until one was nearly upon the city. Indeed, there is a significant climb in elevation as one wends the way upriver toward the city, facilitated – thankfully – by a series of ingenious water-locks that can hold even great barges of lumber. Only after climbing the last lock does one catch a glimpse of the city, hidden behind the great canopies of trees that crown the forest and a sheer wall of rock down which the river tumbles. On either side of this, denominated the Lower Valley, one can see small villages dedicated to farming the watery grain, rice, which is the staple on this humid continent.

I remember when I first ascended through the lock to the side of this cliff, having little idea of what to expect. When I reached the top, a splendid view unfolded itself before me. The cliff our boat had just passed held on its other side a lake of moderate width and great length; yet, despite its size, the majority thereof was shallow enough to accommodate scores of wooden houses constructed on stilts on either side of a deeper, central channel used for boats. The mountainsides flanking the lake were not bare rock; they had been carved into innumerable, irregular shelves of brownish green, which I was informed was another way of farming the all-important rice to stock one of the greatest cities of the world. All along the peaks of the mountains, high above so that I had to crane my neck to see them, ran on either side of the valley aqueducts, from which water spilled in order to submerge all of the farming-terraces. The peculiar wooden stilt-house also had preeminence here, with examples scattered haphazardly all the way up the verdant mountainsides.

Perhaps a league inward, the valley, which had been gradually curving to the east, narrowed and reached extreme slopes on either side, and we met a monumental gateway of gray stone, which despite its solidity and firmness bore the marks on an ancient conflict, including indelible remnants of fire and offensive magic. After we passed through this gateway, which on close inspection was intricately carved and possess a great number of holes from which unseen sentinels could execute threats if so bidden, the valley opened up into a wide basin, several miles in breadth and width. Here was Dreqorun. The lake filled the majority of the basin, but here the wooden slat-homes were few; instead, homes and markets of the same stolid stone as the gate rose up imposing, while smaller boats plied their way amidst the floating vendors and up and down the canals that lead through the lake-city to the slopes. On the left, to the south, the entire face of the mountain was covered with buildings of the same material. I was informed that this was the oldest part of the city, and that the large building, partially cut into the rock and partially build up with many towers, halfway up the slope was the world-renowned university; nearby rose the rampants of the House of Justice, from which the Worthiest (for thus call they their potentate) watches over and rules the city. On the northern side of the lake the buildings were generally smaller and made of a stone of a lighter shade, and higher up the stone gave way to the terraces that were seen in the Outer City. Whether this chromatic discontinuity was brought about by the age of the older section or by a new source of stone in this younger part I never knew. Away off in the distance to the northwest the valley narrowed and continued its clockwise spiral into the mountains. About a mile further in, I was told, was the Great Dam, constructed millennia ago and behind which lay another great, deeper lake that provides the water for the entire city and its agriculture.