the-cloaked-elf

A lone boy sat on a hill, a close look at his face would show silent tears rolling down his high cheek bones and his slightly angled eyebrows frowned in anger. A pair of pointed ears peeked out behind his shoulder length, sleek dark hair. He pulled his cloak tighter around his crouched body as yet another tear rolled down the elven boy's cheek. Behind the boy sat the smouldering wreck of his forest home and beyond that the sea; in front of him was the rest of his life. The elf turned its head slightly and heard footsteps coming up behind him. The elf slowly reached into its cloak and loosened the two long daggers in their sheaths which wher

"Listen to me people of Solarvic. And listen to me well even though we are only a small village this will affect you all." boomed Garvick the old village Monk. "Once long ago," he continued "there was an age where peace existed throughout the land. Humans, Elves and Dwarves lived off of each other. The Dwarves mined the land, the Humans farmed the land and the elves cared for the land. "But then a group of Humans decided they wanted to rule the world and set out to conquer it and so the first of the Blood Kings was elected and rose to power he gathered many supporters at first and they were joined by some Dwarves wanting change in the wor