Drow

 Drow, you know? The evil tyrannical elves everyone has to put a twist on these days. So let's do our best in honouring that tradition in three different ways.

The drow of Mad Moon Mountains are known as a tribe consisting exclusively of madmen. Not without reason, either. The ashen elves, out of religious reasons tied to dead gods, follow a social system known as infantarchy - all of their leaders are toddlers, whose instinctive and impulsive actions supposedly follow the chaotic will of the universe. Sane men fear the drow, for they could be friendly one day, and launch an invasion based on the slightest offense the next day. However, trade with the mad elves is often conducted - as their feats of magic and technology, developed at their masters mad whims, are unparalleled. 

In the Shadowlands, beneath the Elderspire, it is the drow who come from driders, not the other way round. While they share most traits with other elven tribes, and can reproduce, the most common way a drow is created is when a drider commits something so heinous he needs to be cast out from society. A painful procedure is conducted, removing the future elf's arachnid lower body and reconstructing humanoid legs. Then comes the exile.
A former drider theologian, now a drow drifter, postulates that all elves actually have an origin similar to the drow, only the drow are singular in remaining in contact with their progenitors. He is now recruiting a team to find the butterfly-like nectarians, centipede-bodied crawlaths, mosquito-headed skeeters, and the lobster-clawed bleegers.

The drow of Bizarria are a misunderstood people. They are a very meek, selfless and good-natured people, but they managed to offend a trickster god many millennia ago. In retribution, he turned their entire language (a perfectly understandable dialect of elvish) on its head, making words mean their exact opposites. Recently, the bizzarians found a way out of their dark lands in the world below, and seeing so many races thriving on the surface, they naturally tried to make friends. Unfortunately, greetings like "Goodbye, enemies, we leave to take your loot" mean that the surface dwellers are now preparing for war - unless someone realizes that the drow never seem to deliver on their threats, instead leaving gifts and offerings.