Vhalzryn

Hidden deep beneath the Obsidian Cradle, a jagged chasm lost to the surface world, lies Vhalzryn, the subterranean kingdom of the drow, a city carved from stone and spider-silk, lit by bioluminescent fungi and glowing soulcrystals. Its halls are silent as tombs, its towers sharp as blades, and every word spoken there is a weapon.
Vhalzryn is a pure matriarchy, ruled entirely by powerful drow women — cunning priestesses, warrior-generals, and arcane matriarchs who control everything from law to lineage. Power is inherited matrilineally, and leadership within a House is often won through duel, betrayal, or divine favor.
Men in Vhalzryn are viewed as lesser, beautiful distractions at best, liabilities at worst. They serve as courtiers, consorts, artists, and sacrificial offerings. Male warriors are rare and often mocked; male mages are carefully monitored. A man with ambition is seen as a flaw to be corrected — or eliminated.